"My good man," said Miss Bingham, "you are laboring under a
misapprehension. I require no horse."

Fortunately, among the letters were several that told of exactly the kind
of horse that was needed, and one afternoon a stable boy led into the yard a
perfectly enormous creature which Mr. Lenox had hired for a pound a week
from a man at Finchley.

"Warranted sound in wind and limb," said Mr. Lenox, "and his name is Moses."

Gregory, having given Moses a lump of sugar, declined ever again to wish
for a motor caravan, especially as Mr. Scott slipped into his hand that
evening a large knife containing eight useful articles, including a hook
for extracting stones from horses' feet.



CHAPTER 6: THE PLANS

The question where to go came next, and, compared with this, all the other
preparations had been simple. Here they were, with a caravan, and a horse,
and a driver, and a dog, and maps, and a mapmeasurer (do you know what
they're called?--they're called wealemafnas), and tents, and--most of
all--permission to be entirely alone; and it was not yet decided where they
were going.

Of course, as you may suppose, each of the party knew where he or she
wanted to go, but that was merely a private matter; no general decision had
been come to.