onvert them to this project.

Mrs. Avory declined to express any opinion. "It's your caravan," she
said, "and I would much rather you decided everything for yourselves."
(What a delightful mother!)

Janet wanted to go to the New Forest, because she had never been there,
and now was a chance, and because for many years "The Children of the
New Forest" had been her favourite story.

Robert wanted to go to Salisbury Plain and see the sun rise at
Stonehenge, and cast an eye over the military operations there.

Jack Rotheram wanted to go to Hambledon, in Hampshire, to see the
cradle of cricket, as it is called--the old ground on Broad Half-penny
Down where they used to play cricket in tall hats, as described in John
Nyren's book, which someone had given him.

Mary Rotheram wanted to go to Bredon Hill in Worcestershire, because
she had always wanted to ever since she had learned a song which began:

"In summertime on Bredon
The bells they sound so clear;
Round both the shires they ring them
In steeples far and near,
A happy noise to hear.

"Here of a Sunday morning
My love and I would lie,
And see the coloured counties,
And hear the larks so high
About us in the sky."

That line about the coloured counties had always fascinated her: she
had longed also to see them, lying beneath her, all spread out. The
coloured counties! She talked so enthusiastically and prettily about it
that she quite won over Robert, who decided that Bredon would be quite
as interesting as Salisbury Plain, and would give him practice, too, in
estimating square miles; so that there were two for Bredon Hill, as
against one for all the other places.

Gregory, however, was not for Bredon. He wanted to see the
flying-ground at Sheppey, which is in a totally different direction,
and perhaps induce someone with an aeroplane to give him a lift.

Horace Campbell sided with Gregory, while Hester voted continually and
feelingly for Stratford-on-Avon. To see Stratford-on-Avon--that was her
idea: to walk through the same streets as her beloved Shakespeare, to
see the place where his house had stood, to row on his river, to stand
by his tomb!

When the time came to discuss the journey seriously, it was Hester who
won. Stratford-on-Avon was decided on, with an extension to Bredon Hill
as the farthest point away, returning by way of Cheltenham and
Cirencester to Faringdon (for the White Horse), and then taking train
for home, and le