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there, and the two boys can sleep in the caravan, and... ”

      “Oh! What a wonderful idea!” said Diana, her eyes shining. “Some place by the sea, perhaps?”

      “We’ll see,” said Mr. Martin, smiling at her excited face. “If we can find a good spot to-morrow, I’ll leave you all there, with the caravan, and drive back home. Miss Pepper will keep an eye on you, I know! When the time comes for you to leave, I’ll drive up and fetch the caravan. What do you think of that?”

      “Oh—too good to be true!” said Roger. “I honestly thought we’d have to go home and look after ourselves in an empty house! It’s awfully good of you, sir—and, of course, solves all our problems—except one!”

      “And what problem’s that?” asked Mr. Martin.

      “Well—about Snubby,” said Roger.

      “What’s going to happen to him?”

      “Can’t he come with us?” said Diana, eagerly. “There’s room in the caravan for three—or he could sleep in whatever inn or hotel Miss Pepper and I go to.”

      “Dear me—I’d forgotten about Snubby!” said Mr. Martin. “Of course he can come too. He was staying with the aunt who’s ill, wasn’t he, poor fellow. We’ll telephone your mother and tell her to send him up to us, when we’ve decided where you’re going to stay.”

      Diana heaved a great sigh. “I was so worried about everything,” she said. “And now all the troubles are smoothed out. Thank you very very much, Mr. Martin. And to think we’ll have Barney and Miranda with us too! Miranda, do you hear that? You’re coming on holiday with us now!”

      Miranda heard her name, and chattered in delight. She leapt to Diana’s shoulder and pulled her hair gently, pretending to whisper into her ear.

      “You dear, funny little thing,” said Diana, fondling her. “Fancy having you with us too—what a treat!”

      “Can I offer you some cocoa—or some orangeade?” asked Miss Pepper. “I’m afraid there’s nothing very exciting to give you for supper.”

      “Oh, I nearly forgot!” said Barney, getting up. “We’ve got a whole lot of stuff in the car. We didn’t stop to have meals at hotels to-day, we just bought bread and ham and fruit and tomatoes, and ate them as we drove along. We so badly wanted to get here as soon as possible. I’ll go and bring some of it in.”

      “How lovely!” said Diana. “I don’t know why, but I suddenly feel frightfully hungry.”

      “It’s because your worries are gone, dear!” said Miss Pepper. “I feel a bit hungry myself too! It is truly good of you, Mr. Martin, to come to our aid like this.”

      “Ah well—you’ve been kind to Barney many a time,” said Mr. Martin. “Hey, what’s that monkey doing?”

      “Oh—she’s got my sponge!” said Diana, with a delighted giggle. “Miranda, give it to me! Oh look, she’s washing her face with it, just as she’s seen me do at times. Miranda, that’s my sponge!”

      “Now she’s put it into her mouth!” said Miss Pepper. “Oh, the naughty little thing! Surely she’s not thinking of eating it, Diana!”

      Barney deftly removed the sponge, and scolded the little monkey, who at once covered her face with her arms, and sat in a corner giving little moans.

      “Don’t pretend like that!” said Barney, going out of the caravan. “You’re not a bit sorry. I’ll be back in half a jiffy, everyone. See Miranda doesn’t get your soap, Di!”

      Barney was soon back with paper bags and tins. Then they all settled down to a first-rate supper of ham, tomatoes, cheese, ripe plums and orangeade.

      “What are you going to do to-night—about sleeping, I mean,” said Miss Pepper to Mr. Martin. “It’s such a lovely night, I expect the children will sleep out of doors again, on the heather, with a rug around them. But you won’t want to do that, Mr. Martin.”

      “No. I’d rather go to the little inn in the village,” said Barney’s father. “Barney can stay here with you, of course. I’d like to telephone Mrs. Lynton to-night and tell her we’ll have Snubby as soon as we can. To-morrow we’ll decide where we’ll go—and then I’ll let Mrs. Lynton know where to send Snubby. Well—I’ll say good-night, I think. I can see Diana yawning her head off!”

      “Good night, sir,” said Roger, “and thanks most awfully. See you to-morrow!” Everyone went to the car to see Mr. Martin off, and soon he was jolting slowly over the little track that led back to the farm-house.

      “And now it’s bed for all of us,” said Miss Pepper briskly. “My word, I feel different now—everything straightened out so well! I just wish your mother hadn’t had her holiday spoilt, though she won’t mind so long as your aunt is on the mend!”

      The two boys went out to find a thick patch of heather. “We’ll wash in the stream to-morrow morning,” yawned Roger, settling down on a rug. “Here—there’s enough rug for you and Miranda, Barney.”

      Miranda cuddled up into Barney’s neck, chattering in his ear. He was sleepy and didn’t answer, and she tweaked his hair.

      “Now look here, Miranda,” said Barney, undoing her tiny fingers from his hair, “I will not have you pulling my hair when I want to go to sleep. Settle down!”

      And Miranda settled down meekly, her small brown face hidden in his neck. Barney patted her and smiled. What a funny little thing she was!

      Miss Pepper and Diana slept in the caravan with the door wide open for air. Miss Pepper sighed with relief as she closed her eyes. Things were turning out better than she had hoped!

      In the morning quite early, Mr. Martin was back again in the car, complete with new-laid eggs, new-made bread, butter and fresh milk from the farm. “And very nice too!” said Miss Pepper approvingly. “Miranda—leave that egg alone!”

      “I’ve been looking at a map,” said Mr. Martin, after breakfast, and spread a large one out on the heathery ground, where they had all sat having breakfast in the warm sun. “The thing we have to decide is where to go! Any ideas, anyone?”

      “Somewhere by the sea,” said Roger at once. “If this hot weather goes on, we’ll want to bathe.”

      “Not in a big town,” said Miss Pepper. “Somewhere small and countrified.”

      “Somewhere where I can watch birds,” said Diana. “I’ve got a holiday essay to write on ‘Birds I have Seen’.”

      “Oh, don’t start talking about that essay again!” said Roger. “I bet you don’t watch for a single bird the whole time!”

      Diana glared at him, and Miss Pepper hurriedly interrupted. “There are birds everywhere, Diana—we really don’t need to look for any special bird-haunt. Barney, what kind of place would you like?”

      “Well—I hate modern holiday spots, where there are crowds of people,” said Barney. “I’d rather go to some quiet old place—where we can laze about in old clothes, do exactly what we like, and not have to bother with anyone else at all.”

      “I think we are all pretty well agreed then,” said Miss Pepper. “But where shall we find a place like that in the middle of the summer? Most places by the sea are so crowded now.”

      “We’ll go somewhere on this hilly Welsh coast, I think,” said Mr. Martin, tracing a route with his finger. “It’s lovely country round there. I vote we start off straightaway, and cruise along by the sea—and we’ll stop as soon as we find the place we want. Come along—let’s pack up and go at once!”

CHAPTER FIVE

      A HALT FOR ICE-CREAMS

      Before

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