No one who gets really cross from waiting should ever go away in a caravan.

Mr.Gosden had a good look at all of them and at Kink before he said anything.

He then gave them leave to camp very near the hedge, and he asked them to promise to be gone by ten the next morning, as he had some cattle coming in, and to clear up thoroughly, and then off he went.

He stepped back to tell them to come up to the farm in the morning for milk and butter and to report on their night, and started off once more.
Gregory, who had clearly been puzzling over something, ran after him.
"Well ?" said Mr.Gosden.
"Where do they take the hay ?" Gregory said.
"Who ?" Mr.Gosden asked.
"The hay takers," said Gregory.
"I don't understand," said Mr Gosden.
"What hay takers?
It's not a hay meadow.

We graze it." "Mrs.Gosden," said Gregory, "called the field the hay takers." Mr.Gosden laughed loudly.