“LIKE A CARAVAN IN DREAMLAND” 139

Isn’t that beautiful, Car ?”

Car laughs aloud.

“Tt may be fact, but it isn’t poetry, Douglas. Why,
Polly yonder could compose better verse and music.”

By this time the fish are frizzling in the pan, and
what with new-laid eggs and coffee, everybody makes
a good beginning to the day.

But here comes happy old Dick; and Hans to-day
is neighing with very wickedness, and flinging his
heels high in the air.

He has quite got over the attack of pleurisy the
Forest ponies gave him.

And now Buffles has picked up every morsel of
straw and paper about the place, and carried them
away to the ditch.

The boys made it a rule always to leave a clean
pitch. In this they differed greatly from ordinary
gipsies.

- Anchor is up, and away goes the ‘‘ Rover” sailing
through the flowery lanes, everything about her so
lovely that she looks like a caravan in dreamland.