"Yes," said Mrs. Avory, "but--"

"Oh, well," said Mr. Lenox, "that's all right. A few little bothers, but
soon over." He checked them off on his finger. "Item---as your old Swan of
Avon, Hester, would say--item, a driver."

"I was thinking of Kink," said Mrs. Avory; "but there's the garden."

"Yes," said Mr. Lenox, "and there's also Kink. Do you think he'd go? "

"The best thing to do is to ask him," said Mrs. Avory. "Gregory, just run
and bring Kink in."

Kink soon appeared, fresh from the soil.

"Would you be willing to drive the caravan if we decided to use it? " Mrs.
Avory asked.

"'If'!" cried the children. "Steady on, mother. 'If'!"

Kink, who was a great tease, pretended to think for quite a long time,
until his silence had driven the children nearly desperate. "Yes," he then
said, "I should, mum, provided you let me find a trustworthy man to go on
with the garden. Otherwise I shouldn't dare to face Mrs. Collins when I
came back."

"That's very kind of you, Kink," said Mrs. Avory.

"Good old Kinky!" said Gregory.