He scowled at the artist like thunder.
"Go on," said Mr.MacAngus; "don't mind me.

I always tease little important boys." "My name is Gregory Bruce Avory," said Gregory, "and I am seven.

I am going to be an aviator.

I have to ask the farmers if we may camp in their fields, and I keep the corkscrew.

Please tell me," he added, "why you call your horse Pencil ?" "Because he draws me," said Mr.MacAngus.
"And now," he continued, "let us do the most interesting thing in the world to people like ourselves: let us examine each other's caravans." After they had finished visiting each other, and Mr.MacAngus had given them, speaking as an old campaigner, some very useful if simple hints, such as always pitching the tent with its back to the wind; and keeping inside a supply of dry wood to light the fires with; and tying fern on Moses's head, against the flies; and carrying cabbage leaves in their own hats, against the heat; and walking with long staves instead of short walking sticks--after this he made them all sit round their fire, and sketched them, and the picture hangs at this very moment in Mrs.
Avory's bedroom at "The Gables." After lunch, which he shared with them, adding to the pot some very fragrant mixed herbs from a little packet, they lay on the grass round him, and he read to them from Shakespeare--first from "Macbeth," which was very dreadful, but fine, and then from "Midsummer Night's Dream" and the "Winter's Tale." After supper he took them outside the Hollow, and they lay on their backs and studied the stars, about which he knew everything that can be known, and nothing whatever that Gregory wanted to know.
And they went to bed early, to be ready for the long journey on the morrow--with their feet covered with Mr.Lenox's ointment--declaring it was one of the most delightful days they had ever spent..