Mr.Noah himself saddled and bridled the camel, which was a very large one, with his own hands.
'Let me see,' he said, standing thoughtful with the lead rope in his hand, 'you'll be wanting dogs--' 'I _always_ want dogs,' said Philip warmly.
'-- to use in emergencies.' He whistled and two Noah's Ark dogs leaped from their kennels to their chains' end.

They were dachshunds, very long and low, and very alike except that one was a little bigger and a little browner than the other.
'This is your master and that's your mistress,' Mr.Noah explained to the dogs, and they fawned round the children.
'Then you'll want things to eat and things to drink and tents and umbrellas in case of bad weather, and---- But let's turn down this street; just at the corner we shall find exactly what we want.' It was a shop that said outside 'Universal Provider.

Expeditions fitted out at a moment's notice.

Punctuality and dispatch.' The shopkeeper came forward politely.

He was so exactly like Mr.Noah that the children knew who he was even before he said, 'Well, father,' and Mr.Noah said, 'This is my son: he has had some experience in outfits.' 'What have you got to start with ?' the son asked, getting to business at once.
'Two dogs, two children, and a camel,' said Mr.Noah.