The fire was burning so brightly that they knew the farmer's wife could not be far away.
Over the mantelpiece was a gun.

Two or three highly polished and highly coloured grocer's calendars--pictures of beautiful women--were on the walls.

Sides of bacon hung from the ceiling.

The whole place smelled of wood smoke and plenty.

The children noticed all these things as they stood in the doorway, every now and then knocking.
At last they heard steps, and a very wide and smiling woman entered the kitchen from another door.
"Well," she asked, "what can I do for you ?" Gregory, proud to be really beginning his duties, said: "Please, may we camp tonight in one of your fields?
We're living in a caravan." "You've come to the wrong person," said Mrs.Gosden.