The rest of the caravan, between the door and the bedroom--about ten
feet--was the kitchen and living room. Here every inch of the wall was
used, either by chairs that folded back like those in the corridors of
railway carriages, or by shelves, racks, cupboards, or pegs. There were two
tables, which also folded to the wall.

The stove was close to the door, but of course, no one who lives in a
caravan ever uses the stove except when it is raining. You make the fire
out of doors at all other times, and swing the pot from three sticks.
(Hedgehog stew! Can't you smell it?) There were kitchen utensils on hooks
and racks on each side of the stove which was covered in with shining
brass, and rows of enameled cups and saucers, and plates, and knives and
forks. The living room floor was covered with linoleum; the bedroom floor
had a carpet. Swinging candlesticks were screwed into the wall here and
there. It was more like the cabin of a ship than anything on land could
ever be, and Jack Rotheram began to weaken towards it.

In course of time other things were discovered, showing what a thorough
person X. was. A large India rubber bath, for instance, and a bath sheet to
go under it. A Beatrice oil stove and oil. An electric torch for sudden
requirements at night. A tea-basket for picnics. Quantities of cart-oil. A
piece of pumice stone (very thoughtful). There was also a box of little
India rubber pads with tintacks, the use for which (not discovered till
later) was to prevent the rattling of the furniture by making it fit a
little better. And in one of the cupboards was a bottle of camphor pills,
and a tin of tobacco labeled "For Tramps and Gypsies."

There was even a bookshelf with books on it: "Hans Andersen," "The Arabian
Nights," "Lavengro," "Inquire Within," "Mrs. Beeton," "Bradshaw" (rather
cowardly, Robert thought), and "The Blue Poetry Book." There was also "The