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bacon, sonny? Well, have some jam, then." She filled up his mug with cocoa. "Ain't it a treat to be eating breakfast all lazy and comfortable, without having to hold on to one's plate and mug at the same time! You'd just laugh, Hugh, to see what a game it is to eat when the old wagon's bumping over a rough track."

"I think it's jolly to live in a caravan," Hugh said. "Yours is lovely."

"Well, it's pretty ship-shape. Got to keep it tidy, of course, or you wouldn't know where you were. I like it best on a nice cool day in spring when I can sit near the door and watch all the country slipping by."

"I like it on a rainy night," said Nita. "All snuggled up in bed, and the rain pelting down. An' thunder! Oh, I do love thunder!"

"Fair silly she gets in a thunderstorm," said Mrs. Dan. "Can't keep her still—not that she's much on keeping still at any time, unless she's asleep. But when there's a storm on she's like a bee in a bottle. Nasty things, I think. I can't bear thunderstorms."

"Can't say I like 'em," remarked Big Dan. "But that's mostly on account of the animals. The horses are bad enough, but you can't ever teil how the elephants and the lions are going to take a storm. Got to watch the lot of 'em." He feit for his pipe. "Every one finished? Well, I'U light up."

"An' what did your mummy say to you comin' off to breakfast with us, Hugh?" asked Mrs. Dan, lazily—and

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