"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. Scott. "And you,