"Well, father will have taken four tickets--one for himself, one for mother, one for me and one for you, and all you have to do is to hide yourself as much as possible behind me. But what about your box? Whatever will you do about getting it there?" "I could come with quite a small box. Could not you put some of my things in with yours? I could get them to you to-morrow evening. I know I could." "That's a good idea; I'll ask mother to give me a larger trunk than I really want for myself, and I'll put your best things on the top. I'll tell mother that you haven't a great lot of trunks at home, and that I am helping you by packing some of your things. That will do; only be sure you don't come in too shabby a frock, Nesta. We must be at least a little smart at Scarborough. Mother is making me a blue gingham frock, and a red gingham, and a bright blue voille for Sunday. I wonder how many nice dresses you have?" "I don't care--I've got something, and I'll rummage the other girls' drawers for ribbons and a pair of gloves. I'll manage somehow. I can take just a little box, that can be easily managed." "You had best be going back now," said Flossie. "Oh, I can go home with you to tea, Marcia said I could if you liked." "Well, that's all right--I'm very glad, because if you meet father you can tell your own tarradiddle. I'd much rather keep my own conscience clear. I have never told a downright absolute lie in my life." "Very well," said Nesta. She wondered what was the matter with her; why she cared less and less to be good, and why she felt so reckless and indifferent to all that most girls would have considered sacred. She was puzzled about herself, and yet at the same time she did not care. She went back with Flossie to the home of the latter and enjoyed the excellent meal, and when, in the course of it, Mr Griffiths appeared, she ran up to him and clapped her hands. "I'm going, it's all right," she said. "Isn't it prime!" "I'm as pleased as anything," he said, his honest face beaming all over. "So your father don't mind. I thought perhaps Aldworth would be too proud--I mistook him, didn't I?" "Father?" said Nesta; "oh, father's all right, and I'm going; it's splendid. And what do you think?" she added. "Flossie is going to take some of my things in her trunk. You don't mind that, do you, Mrs Griffiths?" "For goodness' sake," cried Mr Griffiths, "don't bring too much finery, girls, too much toggery and all that sort of thing. The place will be chock full, and we haven't taken expensive rooms. Mother and me, we didn't see the sense of it. You are heartily welcome to come with us, Nesta, and if we can give you a good time--why, we will. It'll be about a week or ten days you'll be staying, won't it?" "Yes, that will be nice," said Nesta. "And you don't mind, dear, sharing the same room with Flossie," said Mrs Griffiths. "I don't mind a bit," said Nesta.