said, 'I've got a caravan for your lot,
cockie,' and backed it into the yard."

"How splendid!" said Robert. "Then it was you who did it, Kinky?"

"Did what, Master Robert?"

"Got us the Slowcoach; because the address wasn't Mrs. Avory at all; it
was Mrs. Amory."

"Oh, I don't take much count about m's or v's," said Kink. "It began
with a big 'A,' and it ended in 'ory,' and that was good enough for me."

"Kink," said Janet, "you're a dear. You've given us the most beautiful
holiday."

Hester suddenly turned pale. "Mother!" she exclaimed, "what about the
twenty-five sovereigns?"

"Yes," said Robert, "that's awful!"

"It is rather bad," said Mrs. Avory, "because, of course, it will have
to be given back, and at once too, and I'm not at all rich just now.
I'm not even sure that we have any right to go to Sea View, and the
twenty-five pounds will just spoil everything."

"Why should we give it back?" said Gregory.

"Because it's not ours," said Mrs. Avory. "There's no question at all."

"I think Kinky ought to pay it," said Gregory. "He's got heaps of money
in the Post-Office, and it's his fault, too."

"The best thing to do," said Mrs. Avory, "is to telephone to Uncle
Christopher and tell him all about it, and ask him to come over
to-night and give us his advice. He always knows best."

"And Mr. Scott and Mr. Lenox, too," said Robert.

"Very well," said Mrs. Avory. "They were all here at the beginning, and
they had better be here at the end."

Mr. Lenox, who came first, was immensely tickled. "Who stole the
caravan?" he asked at intervals through the evening.

Mr. Scott took it more practically. "We must have another," he said,
"and have it built to our own design. Let the Slowcoach provide the
ground-plan, so to speak, and then improve on it by the light of your
experience. You must by this time each know of certain little defects
in the Slowcoach that could easily be done away with."

"Of course," said Robert. "Blisters."

"Don't rot," said Gregory. "I know of something, Mr. Scott. The roof.
It ought to have a felt covering, so as to soften the rain."

"Exactly," said Mr. Scott. "And you, Janet?"

"I used to wonder," said Janet, "if there could not be some poles, such
as those that you raise carriage-wheels with when you wash them, to
lift the caravan above its springs at night. As it is, every movement
makes it shake or rock. They could be carried underneath quite easily."

"Very good," said Mr