"Who is the Keeper of the Oil?" Mary asked severely.

"I am," said Jack.

"Then where is it?" they asked.

"I had it filled at Stratford," said Jack. "Why," he exclaimed, "there's a
hole in it! It's all run away! How ghastly! It will be all over
everything."

And so it was; and the worst of it was that it had leaked into the
biscuits, too. Janet came to the rescue. "We must make it a tongue and
banana meal," she said.

"I hate bananas," said Gregory.

"Now, Horace," said Janet, "where's the tin-opener?"

How is it that everything goes wrong at once? Horace had to hunt for the
tinopener for twenty minutes, and turn the whole place upside down before
he could find it, and then it was too late.

Meanwhile the rain was steadily falling, and Kink and Robert were busy
getting up the tents before the ground underneath was too wet. Robert was
the only happy one. A few difficulties seemed to him to make the expedition
more real.

He came dripping into the Slowcoach and asked for his supper; but Horace
was still hunting for the tin-opener.