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g6CARAVAN DAYStime comes to set the table, and if I have no veryexacting meal to cook it is likely that I also, assoon as the stove isrunning well, may slip awayto the bedroom to change and rest for half anhour.In any case I shall have time enough whilethe supper is maturing to write up the diaryand mark off the route upon the map.This alsois the hour for pleasant gossip with one's neighbours,for receiving a call perhaps from thefarmer's wife or going with the grieve to lookround the stock.We have supper at 7.30, and after that wethrow the burden of washing-up upon Herbert'sshoulders, get out the candles, draw the curtainsand relapse into secluded domesticity. And wego to bed about half -past nine or ten. The longevenings when one may play about outside aftersupper are not to be despised, but I think I likeSIEGLINDA best on a chill October night, say,when her candles are all lit and the stove burnslow in the kitchen, and if there be a scamperingpatter of rain-drops on the roof, there is no doubtbut it adds an extra spice.Herbert looks in with his stable lantern to askabout the morning's milk and then goes off to histent and we are left alone.