Chapter 6 A GRAND DAY
　　'I think it's got a jolly good name, Mystery Moor¹,' said Dick, as the four of them went along.
　　'Look at it stretching for miles, all blazing with gorse.'
　　'I don't think it looks at all mysterious,' said Henry, surprised.
　　'Well, it's got a sort of quietness and broodiness,' said Anne. 'As if something big happened long agoin the past and it's waiting for something to happen again.'
　　'Quiet and broody? It sounds like one of the farmyard hens sitting on her eggs!' said Henry with alaugh. 'I think it might be a bit frightening and mysterious at night, but it's just an ordinary stretch ofcountry in the day-time, fine for riding over. I can't think why it's called Mystery Moor.'
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　　'We'll have to look it up in some book that tells about this part of the country,' said Dick. 'I expect itwas called that because of some queer happenings or other, hundreds of years ago, when peoplebelieved in witches and things like that.'
　　They followed no road or path, but rode where they pleased. There were great stretches of wiry grass,masses of heather springing up afresh, and, blazing its gold everywhere on this lovely April day, wasthe gorse.
　　Anne sniffed² continually as they rode past the gorse bushes. Dick looked at her.
　　'You sound like Sniffer!' he said. 'Have you got a cold?'
　　Anne laughed. 'No, of course not. But I do so love the smell of the gorse. What does it smell of?
　　Vanilla? Hot coconut³? It's a lovely warm smell!'
　　'Look! What's that moving over there?' said Julian, suddenly reining⁴ in his horse. They all strainedtheir eyes to see.
　　'Why, it's caravans⁵!' said Julian, at last. 'Of course! They were setting out today, weren't they?
　　Well, they must find it very rough going, that's all I can say. There's no real road anywhere, as far as Ican see.'
　　'Where can they be going?' wondered Anne. 'What's over in that direction?'
　　'They'll come to the coast if they keep on the way they are going,' said Julian, considering. 'Let's rideover and have a look at them, shall we?'
　　'Yes. Good idea!' said Dick. So they turned their horses' heads to the right, and rode towards thefaraway caravans. These made quite a splash of colour as they went along. There were four of them -two red ones, a blue one and a yellow one. They went very slowly indeed, each pulled by a small,wiry horse.

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