"Please," he said, "I want the Slowcoach." For answer the door opened, and a big head and beard and a pyjama arm were pushed out.
"Slowcoach ?" the head said.

"What Slowcoach?
There's no Slowcoach here." "The Slowcoach is the name of our caravan," said Robert.
"Oh, it is ?" said the head.

"Then it's over there.

I saw it as I came in.

This is the Snail." "Thank you very much," said Robert, who had quite recovered his composure.