ave the pair, mister," said the man. "They're wonderful
together--draw a pantechnicon. There's lots of white on them, too. Your
little boy here has taken such a fancy to them," he added. "Eighteen
pound for the two."

Another man, who brought a black horse and said that white horses
always had a defect somewhere, fastened on Miss Bingham.

"This is what you want, mum," he said. "Honest black. Never trust a
white horse," he said. "Black's the colour. Look at this mare
here--she's a beauty. Strong as an elephant and docile as a tortoise.
Fifteen quid, mum, and a bargain."

"My good man," said Miss Bingham, "you are laboring under a
misapprehension. I require no horse."

Fortunately, among the letters were several that told of exactly the
kind of horse that was needed, and one afternoon a stable boy led into
the yard a perfectly enormous creature which Mr. Lenox had hired for a
pound a week from a man at Finchley.

"Warranted sound in wind and limb," said Mr. Lenox, "and his name is
Moses."

Gregory, having given Moses a lump of sugar, declined ever again to
wish for a motor caravan, especially as Mr. Scott slipped into his hand
that evening a large knife containing eight useful articles, including
a hook for extracting stones from horses' feet.

CHAPTER 6

THE PLANS

The question where to go came next, and, compared with this, all the
other preparations had been simple. Here they were, with a caravan, and
a horse, and a driver, and a dog, and maps, and a mapmeasurer (do you
know what they're called?--they're called wealemafnas), and tents,
and--most of all--permission to be entirely alone; and it was not yet
decided where they were going.

Of course, as you may suppose, each of the party knew where he or she
wanted to go, but that was merely a private matter; no general decision
had been come to.

Mr. Crawley, who may be said to have lived for golf, suggested Ashdown
Forest, and then, he said, he could look them up from time to time if
they made a permanent camp there. But who wants to be looked up by a
tutor when one is on a caravan holiday?

Miss Bingham was in favour of an itinerary (as she called it) that
embraced two or three cathedral cities.

Mr. Lenox said: "Go to Sussex, and camp under the downs at night and
explore them by day."

Mr. Scott, on the other hand, said: "Go to Berkshire and see the White
Horse that Tom Hughes scoured and wrote about." And he promised to lend
them the book to c