Mr.Lenox either knew everything, or knew someone who knew everything, so that he was always certain to be able to help in any difficulty.Mrs.Avory wrote to him to come round and consult with her about it, and he was there at tea time.
"A caravan!" he said, after she had finished."Ripping! Nothing better.""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 Icame back."
"That's very kind of you, Kink," said Mrs.Avory.
"Good old Kinky!" said Gregory.
"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.
"Oh, yes," they cried.
"To guard the caravan at night and when we are away," said Janet.
"Exactly," said Mr.Lenox."And what kind of a dog? ""A dachshund," said Hester.
"Too small," said Mr.Lenox.
"A St.Bernard," said Robert.
"Too mild," said Mr.Lenox.
"A spaniel," said Janet.
"Too gentle," said Mr.Lenox.
"A fox-terrier," said Gregory.
"Not strong enough," said Mr.Lenox."I leave it to Mr.Lenox," said Mrs.
Avory.
"Very well, then," said Mr.Lenox, "a retriever--a retriever, because it is big and formidable, and also because, when tied up, it will always be on the watch.We'll buy the _Exchange_ and _Mart_, and look up retrievers.We can't hire a dog; we must buy outright there.Now, then, Bobbie, item four?""Maps," said Bobbie.
"Right," said Mr.Lenox."I wish I was coming with you.""Do," they all cried.
