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132 CARAVAN DAYShad travelled 120 miles, and we had had morethan enough of it.The kettle came to the boil and tea wasserved :simultaneously Herbert appeared witha favourable report. That was no small relief,but we had no idea of how good a thing we hadstruck in the hour of our extremity. The hillwas very steep, and the van had to turn backand drive up another way. We skirted round thehouse and buildings and past the yard and poultryrunand there we came upon our very heart'sdesire. It was a great stackyard, set about onthree sides with vast round haystacks toweringinto the blue.In the centre was a little ver-updant square, level as a billiard table and theshort, fresh turf upon it was like a fair greencarpet laid down. We drew up in the centre andshut in as we were we need no longer believein the existence of the road, not fifty yards belowus, or of the belching chimneys beyond. Gratefully,very gratefully, we took out the wearyhorses and tumbled the camp furniture out onto the carpet in the shade.not fail to tell each other, was Sunday.To-morrow, we didThat evening there was a long and interestingcombat between Herbert and the Primus Stove.Iwas never able to make out which of the two