"I heard about a caravan yesterday," said Mary, "that had two little swings at the back for small children when they were tired."
"That's a good idea," said Mr. Lenox. "For Gregory, for instance."
"I'm not a small child," said Gregory, "and I don't get tired."
"Oh," said Janet, "what about those times when you said you couldn't walk at all?"
"Shut up," said Gregory.
"Very well, then," said Mr. Scott; "if you really are still keen on caravaning, I'll give you a new one, with proper title-deeds, in case any new Mr. Amory turns up, and we will all superintend its building."
"Hurrah!" cried the children.
"And we'll call it Slowcoach the Second." It was at this point that Uncle Christopher came in.
"This is very sad," he said. "To think of my nephews and nieces running off with another person's caravan!"
"But what shall we do?" Mrs. Avory asked.