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The
lady
of
the
caravan
then
bade
him
come
up
the
steps
likewise
,
but
the
drum
proving
an
inconvenient
table
for
two
,
they
descended
again
,
and
sat
upon
the
grass
,
where
she
handed
down
to
them
the
tea
-
tray
,
the
bread
and
butter
,
the
knuckle
of
ham
,
and
in
short
everything
of
which
she
had
partaken
herself
,
except
the
bottle
which
she
had
already
embraced
an
opportunity
of
slipping
into
her
pocket
.
‘
Set
‘
em
out
near
the
hind
wheels
,
child
,
that
’
s
the
best
place
,
’
said
their
friend
,
superintending
the
arrangements
from
above
.
‘
Now
hand
up
the
teapot
for
a
little
more
hot
water
,
and
a
pinch
of
fresh
tea
,
and
then
both
of
you
eat
and
drink
as
much
as
you
can
,
and
don
’
t
spare
anything
;
that
’
s
all
I
ask
of
you
.
’
They
might
perhaps
have
carried
out
the
lady
’
s
wish
,
if
it
had
been
less
freely
expressed
,
or
even
if
it
had
not
been
expressed
at
all
.
But
as
this
direction
relieved
them
from
any
shadow
of
delicacy
or
uneasiness
,
they
made
a
hearty
meal
and
enjoyed
it
to
the
utmost
.
While
they
were
thus
engaged
,
the
lady
of
the
caravan
alighted
on
the
earth
,
and
with
her
hands
clasped
behind
her
,
and
her
large
bonnet
trembling
excessively
,
walked
up
and
down
in
a
measured
tread
and
very
stately
manner
,
surveying
the
caravan
from
time
to
time
with
an
air
of
calm
delight
,
and
deriving
particular
gratification
from
the
red
panels
and
the
brass
knocker
.
When
she
had
taken
this
gentle
exercise
for
some
time
,
she
sat
down
upon
the
steps
and
called
‘
George
’
;
whereupon
a
man
in
a
carter
’
s
frock
,
who
had
been
so
shrouded
in
a
hedge
up
to
this
time
as
to
see
everything
that
passed
without
being
seen
himself
,
parted
the
twigs
that
concealed
him
,
and
appeared
in
a
sitting
attitude
,
supporting
on
his
legs
a
baking
-
dish
and
a
half
-
gallon
stone
bottle
,
and
bearing
in
his
right
hand
a
knife
,
and
in
his
left
a
fork
.
‘
Yes
,
Missus
,
’
said
George
.
‘
How
did
you
find
the
cold
pie
,
George
?
’
‘
It
warn
’
t
amiss
,
mum
.
’
‘
And
the
beer
,
’
said
the
lady
of
the
caravan
,
with
an
appearance
of
being
more
interested
in
this
question
than
the
last
;
‘
is
it
passable
,
George
?
’
‘
It
’
s
more
flatterer
than
it
might
be
,
’
George
returned
,
‘
but
it
an
’
t
so
bad
for
all
that
.
’
