THE END They had a very solemn tea.

Everyone was depressed and mortified.
"We couldn't help it, could we, mother ?" Janet said several times.
"Of course not," said Mrs.Avory.

"It's no one's fault except the foolish man who brought the caravan here.

What has Kink said about it ?" But as no one had asked him, he was called to the cedar-tree, beneath which tea was laid on fine days.
"Here's a go, mum," he said.
"What did the man say who brought the caravan ?" Mrs.Avory said.
"As near as I can remember he showed me the letter, and said, 'Is that all right ?' I looked at it, and read, 'To be given to Mrs.Avory' on it, so I said, 'Yes,' Then he said, 'I've got a caravan for your lot, cockie,' and backed it into the yard." "How splendid!" said Robert.

"Then it was you who did it, Kinky ?" "Did what, Master Robert ?" "Got us the Slowcoach; because the address wasn't Mrs.Avory at all; it was Mrs.Amory." "Oh, I don't take much count about m's or v's," said Kink.