The body of it was green--a good apple green--and the panels were lined with
blue. Some people say that blue and green won't go together; but don't let
us take any notice of them. Just look at the bed of forget-me-nots, or a
copse of bluebells; or, for that matter, try to see the Avories' caravan.
The window frames and bars were white. The spokes and hubs of the wheels
were red. It was most awfully gay.

Inside--but the inside of a caravan is so exciting that I hardly know how
to hold my pen. The inside of a caravan! Can you imagine a better phrase
than that? I can't. If Coleridge's statement is true that poetry is the
best words in the best order, then that is the best poem: the inside of a
caravan!

The caravan was sixteen feet six inches long and six feet two inches high
inside. From the ground it stood ten feet. It was six feet four inches
wide. If you measure these distances in the dining room, you will see how
big it was, and you will be able to imagine yourselves in it.

The woodwork was all highly varnished, and very new and clean. More than
halfway down the caravan were heavy curtains hanging across it, and behind
these was the bedroom, containing four beds, two on each wall, on hinged
shelves, that could be let down flat against the wall-by day, when the
folding chairs could be unfolded, and the bedroom
then became a little boudoir.

The floor space was, however, filled this afternoon with great bundles
which turned out to be gypsy tents and sleeping sacks. "For the boys and
Kink to sleep in," said Janet; "but we must be very careful about
waterproof sheeting on the ground first."