The men and horse that had brought it were gone.
"Oh, mother," cried Hester, "whose is it?
Is it ours ?" "I expect the letter tells us everything," said Mrs.Avory, and, sitting on the top of the steps, she unfolded the letter, and, after looking through, read it aloud.
This is what it said: DEAR CHILDREN, "It has long been my wish to give you a new kind of present, but I have hitherto had no luck.

I thought once of an elephant, and even wrote to Jamrach about the idea--a small elephant, not a mountain---but I gave that up.

Chiswick is too crowded, and your garden is too small.

But now I think I have found the very thing.

A caravan.