"The coy potato or the onion browns,
The tender steak takes on a nobler hue.
I ponder 'mid the falling of the dew,
And watch the lapwings circling o'er the downs.

"Like portals at the pathway of the moon
Two trees stand forth in pencilled silhouette
Against the steel-grey sky, as black as jet--
The steak is ready. Ah! too soon! too soon!"

So much (with one exception) for the inside of the caravan. Underneath it
were still other things, for a box with perforated sides swung between the
wheels, and this was the larger, always cool and shady (except, as Janet
remarked, on dusty days), and near it on hooks were a hanging saucepan, a
great kettle, two pails, and two market baskets, a nose bag, and a skid.
Close by was a place for oats and chaff.

A new set of harness was packed on the box, and it was so complete that on
each of the little brass ornaments that hang on the horse's chest was the
letter "A." On the back of the caravan was a shelf that might be let down,
making a kind of sideboard for outdoor meals.

For two or three days the caravan did nothing but hold receptions. Everyone
who knew the Avories came to see it-- even Robert's bird stuffer, who said
he would like to borrow it for a week's holiday in Epping Forest, and
observe Nature through its windows. Several of Gregory's intimates also
examined it, and approved. Miss Bingham pronounced it elegant and
commodious, and Mr. Crawley (who, like all schoolmasters and tutors, made
too many puns) said that its probable rate of speed reminded him of his