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The Open Road
Theopenroad,thedustyhighway,theheath,thecommon,thehedgerows,therollingdowns!Camps,villages,towns,cities!Hereto-day,upandofftosomewhereelseto-morrow!Travel,change,interest,excitement!Thewholeworldbeforeyou,andahorizonthat’salwayschanging!Andmind!thisistheveryfinestcartofitssortthatwaseverbuilt,withoutanyexception.Comeinsideandlookatthearrangements.Planned’emallmyself,Idid!"
TheMolewastremendouslyinterestedandexcited,andfollowedhimeagerlyupthestepsandintotheinteriorofthecaravan.TheRatonlysnortedandthrusthishandsdeepintohispockets,remainingwherehewas.
Itwasindeedverycompactandcomfortable.Littlesleepingbunks—alittletablethatfoldedupagainstthewall—acooking-stove,lockers,book-shelves,abird-cagewithabirdinit;andpots,pans,jugs,andkettlesofeverysizeandvariety.
"Allcomplete!"saidtheToadtriumphantly,pullingopenalocker."Yousee—biscuits,pottedlobster,sardines—everythingyoucanpossiblywant.Soda-waterhere—baccythere—letter-paper,bacon,jam,cards,anddominoes—you’llfind,"hecontinued,astheydescendedthestepsagain,"you’llfindthatnothingwhateverhasbeenforgotten,whenwemakeourstartthisafternoon.
