"Yes," said Mr. Lenox. "And now for item two. The horse. How would you go
to work to get a horse, Kink?"

"Well," said Kink, "that's a little out of my way. A horse radish, yes; but
not a horse."

Everyone laughed: the old man expected it.

"Then," said Mr. Lenox, with a mock sigh, "I suppose the horse will have to
be found by me. We don't want to buy one--only to hire it."

"Don't let's have a horse," said Gregory; "let's have a motor. I think a
motor caravan would be splendid."

"There you're quite wrong," said Mr. Lenox. "The life-blood of a caravan is
sloth; the life-blood of a motor is speed. You can't mix them. And how
could Robert here survey England creditably if he rushed through it in a
motor? You're going to survey England, aren't you, Bobbie? No, it must be a
horse, and I will get it. I will make friends with cabmen, and coachmen,
and grooms, and stable-boys. I will carry a straw in my mouth. I will get a
horse to do you credit. What colour would you like?"

"White," said Janet.

"It shall be a white horse," said Mr. Lenox. "And now," he added, "the way
is cleared for item three. Can you guess what that is? "

They all tried to guess, but could not. They were too excited.

"A dog," said Mr. Lenox.