"Don't be such an old humbug." But Kink only twinkled.
"It's only coals," said Gregory; "isn't it ?" "The first I've heard of coals`" said Kink.
"Kinky dear," said Janet, "is it something awfully exciting ?" "Nothing very exciting about a house, that I know of, Miss Janet," said Kink.
"A house!" cried Janet.

"It couldn't have been a house!" "There's all sorts of houses," said Kink; "there's houses on the ground and there's houses on--" "O Kinky," cried Hester, "I know!" And she clapped her hands and absolutely screamed.

"I know.

It's a caravan!" "A caravan!" the children shouted together, and with one movement they dashed off to see.
Old Kink laughed and Mrs.Avory laughed.
"It's a caravan right enough," he said.

"And a very pretty one too, and none of they nasty gypsies in it neither." "But where does it come from ?" Mrs.Avory asked, and in reply Kink handed her the letter; but she had done no more than open it when Janet ran back to drag her to see the wonderful sight.
Gregory, I need hardly say, was already on the box with the whip in his hand, while all the others were inside, except Horace Campbell, who had climbed on the roof, and was telephoning down the chimney.