Nothing seemed to be in its place, and Hester, whose duty it was to get enough dry wood, had forgotten all about it, and by the time a new bundle could be brought it was damp.

Then the matches blew out, and then, when at last the fire was alight, the wind scattered the flames so that there was no heat under the pot for more than a moment at a time.

This often happens when you are on caravan excursions.
Mary had arranged for a stew, but she soon discovered that there was no chance of its being done for hours unless it could be moved into the Slowcoach and cooked over the Beatrice stove; but when they got Beatrice out, she was found to be empty, and no more oil was in the can.
"Who is the Keeper of the Oil ?" Mary asked severely.
"I am," said Jack.
"Then where is it ?" they asked.
"I had it filled at Stratford," said Jack.

"Why," he exclaimed, "there's a hole in it! It's all run away! How ghastly! It will be all over everything." And so it was; and the worst of it was that it had leaked into the biscuits, too.

Janet came to the rescue.