So you can hardly fancy what a wonderful event this journey was to them. Their little hearts were very full at first after parting with their mother, and sisters, and nurse, and all that made the Cove House home to them. And their mamma had kissed them so _many_ times, as if she could not really say good-bye, though she was not generally a very petting or kissing mamma, but rather quiet and grave. And nurse had the tears in her eyes, and Louise had them pouring down her face, and Cecil had _her_ face squeezed up in a sort of way that Floss knew meant she was determined she would not cry. Floss felt troubled in a way she could not understand, and I think Carrots did too. They had a feeling that the bigger people knew of more reason for sorrow than had been told to them, and yet they could not imagine what it could be. And after all, to _them_ the parting for even four or five months was almost as great a trouble as they could understand! only they were going to "auntie's!" "And we will try to be so good, dear mamma," said Floss, bravely choking down her tears. "We will try to get on with our lessons, too, and write you nice letters. And--and--" here a sob or two _would_ make its way, "I can't help crying a little; but I'm sure we shall be very happy, won't we Carrots?" "If mamma wants us to be happy, we'll _try_, won't we Floss?" said Carrots. He wiped the tears on his mother's cheeks with his own little pocket handkerchief and looked up in her face piteously. "Please don't cry, poor mamma," he said; "we _will_ be good and happy." Then their father came in and hurried them off, and the farewells were over--that part of them, at least, for the saying goodbye to Captain Desart at the junction was rather hard too. And at last Floss and Carrots find themselves at the height of their ambition--alone in a railway carriage travelling to auntie's! But they do not seem so delighted as they used to fancy they would; they do not jump about and laugh and chatter in their overflowing pleasure--they sit quite still, side by side, holding each other's hands and with little quiet grave faces. "Things never come the same as people fancy," said Floss at last. "We never thought we should go to auntie's because poor mamma was ill, did we Carrots?" "No, we never did," said Carrots. "But mamma will soon get better, won't she, Floss, at that nice warm place?" "Oh yes, of course she will," said Floss. "But it's a long way away Carrots, and I never thought going to auntie's would be like this." "No," agreed Carrots again, "we never did." "I'm so sorry to leave them all, aren't you, Carrots?" said Floss, her voice trembling a little. "Yes," said Carrots; "and Floss, I'm very sorry, too, to leave the sea. I never left the sea before, you know." "But the _sea_ won't miss you," said Floss, "and poor mamma and nursie and all of them _will_ miss us. That's what I keep thinking of."