gipsified. It was painted in gay colours, and had little white blinds with very neat waists and red sashes round them. That is th

; but don't let us take any notice of them. Just look at the bed of forget-me-nots, or a copse of bluebells; or, for that matter, try

of a caravan! Can you imagine a better phrase than that? I can't. If Coleridge's statement is true t

ound it stood ten feet. It was six feet four inches wide. If you measure these distances in t

ng across it, and behind these was the bedroom, containing four beds, two on each wall, on hinged shelves, that could be le

out to be gypsy tents and sleeping sacks. "For the boys and Kink to sleep in," sai

ere every inch of the wall was used, either by chairs that folded back like those in the corridors of railw

you smell it?) There were kitchen utensils on hooks and racks on each side of the stove which was covered in with shining brass, and rows of enameled cups and saucers, and plates, and knives and forks. The living room floor was cover

sudden requirements at night. A tea-basket for picnics. Quantities of cart-oil. A piece of pumice stone (very thoughtful). There was also a box of little India rubber pads with tintacks, the use for which (not d

uire Within," "Mrs. Beeton," "Bradshaw" (rather cowardly, Robert thought), and "The Blue Poetry Book

e not gypsies, vagabonds or suspicious characters, that we will leave all as we find it, and will not rob or wantonly destroy. And in case of need, he shall delicately hint

useful

er be particularly dry. We should be as far as possible from the road if there is much traffic upon it. It is great advantage if there is a stream or lake at hand for bathing. An old pasture field sloping away f

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between the wheels, and this was the larger, always cool and shady (except, as Janet remarked, on dusty days), and near it on hooks wer

ttle brass ornaments that hang on the horse's chest was the letter "A." On the back of th

gory'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 name. Collins wished she might neve

pose of which nothing was said in the letter. Well, in the course of the exploration of the caravan, which went on fo

; "where's that key? I've

y inserted the key, and turned it. He fell back, too much ove