The lady asked them a good many questions after this, and told them they were such well-behaved children, she would not mind travelling all the way to Whitefriars with them. Floss blushed a little at this; it made her feel shy to be praised to her face, but still no doubt the lady meant it kindly, and they were rather sorry when she left them, some stations before they got to Whitefriars. Their old friend the guard left them here, too, but he popped his head in for the last time to say that he was going to speak for them to "him that was coming on now." And Floss thanked him, though she had not the least idea what he meant. But there must have been some mistake about it, for the new guard never came near them, and when, at the last stoppage before Whitefriars, another man threw the door open and demanded "tickets," Floss felt too startled by his rough manner to ask him what they were longing to know, how far they still had to go. But he took away the tickets. "So we can't have very far to go," said Floss. "Papa said they would take away the tickets a little before we got to Whitefriars." "Will auntie be at the station?" said Carrots. "Yes, I'm sure she will," said Floss. "Auntie and Sybil too, perhaps. Carrots, I do believe we're there; the train's stopping." And in another minute they found themselves in a nice clean-looking station with several people standing about on the platform, evidently waiting for the train. The children looked out eagerly. There were two or three ladies, one little girl, and a few other people--but no auntie, no Sybil! "P'raps this isn't the place," said Carrots. "Please, is this Whitefriars?" inquired Floss of a porter who just then threw open the door. "Whitefriars, yes miss. Any luggage?" "Oh yes," said Floss anxiously, "a great deal It's in one of the luggage carriages, and it's marked with our name." The man smiled. "Will you come with me, missie, and show me which it is, and I'll get it all right for you." "Oh, thank you," said Floss, gathering together their cloaks and baskets, and preparing to descend. "What a _kind_ man," whispered Carrots; and when the porter lifted him out of the carriage he took hold of his hand and ran along beside him as fast as his little legs could keep up. Floss felt quite bewildered at first, when she saw the heaps and heaps of luggage lying on the platform, all labelled "Whitefriars." It seemed to her that everybody must have been travelling to Whitefriars to-day! But by degrees it was claimed and melted away, and the kind porter, to whom she had already pointed out their "great deal"--one portmanteau, one bag, and a small tin hat-box--soon picked it up and stood waiting for further orders. "Where am I to take it to, please miss?" he said. "Is there no one here to meet you?"