X.
Then she crossed out the "Mr." because, as she said, it might be a lady, and began again: DEAR X., "I am not one of the Avories, and the caravan was therefore not given to me, but my brother and I have been so happy in it that I want to say thank you for it quite as if I were an Avory all the time.

We live near them at Chiswick, you know.

It has been a supreme holiday, with hardly any rain and no real troubles, although even the strongest people must sometimes get a little tired of walking on dusty roads and having to wait for meals.

We each have a special duty, and I am the head cook, but Janet is really better at it than I am.

Our only real disappointment is that caravaning makes you so tired that there is no chance of cricket, for we brought cricket things with us, but have never been able to use them.