"'Tain't that I like her a bit better than I did," said Hannah--"not a bit. She's a step-mother, and what's a step-mother but a sort of person who is in league against the children of the first wife? I've sworn to be a friend to the first wife's children. Didn't the poor lady come to visit me in a dream the very night I heard of your pa's marriage, and didn't I promise that I'd never leave you? And didn't she come again last night in another dream and tell me to go down to Hedgerow House-- not for my own enjoyment, but to be close to you, Miss Dumps, and the two dear boys? So I'm going. Those new servants can look after this place. 'Tain't what it was." "Indeed it isn't, Hannah. I am very glad you are going with us. And to be honest, Hannah, isn't it now, frankly, very much nicer than it was?" "Not to my way of thinking," said Hannah. "The house now is at that work what I 'ates." "The house?" I said. "What is the poor house doing?" "Pushing out old memories; that's what this 'ere house is busy over. Every room that gets decked up new is pushing out the old memories--the memories of the time when that poor, dear shadow walked from room to room trying to get a glimpse of sunshine. She'll soon be gone, poor dear! That's what I call the behaviour of the house, so don't ask me if I like it better, for I don't, and that's flat." Had I been at all wise I should have talked sensibly to Hannah; but in my heart of hearts, although knowing that she spoke the most absolute nonsense, I could not help partly agreeing with her. The very last thing I did before leaving was to take mother's miniature and stuff it into the bottom of the little old horse-hair trunk which had been unearthed from a distant garret for me. Nothing would induce me to take my step-mother's new trunk on this special journey. I was not too well dressed, either, for I could not possibly buy the smart, warm costume which my step-mother had set her heart on, and up to the present I had given her no reason for this. But then I had endless ribbons--sky-blue, pink, mauve, even green; and I had quantities of chiffon bows and chiffon ties, and good gloves and good stockings, and lovely handkerchiefs. I felt that I would pass muster, and turned a deaf ear when Mrs Grant came somewhat anxiously to my room to know if I did not want a corner of her trunk for some of my prettiest dresses. I told her that the horse-hair trunk held all I required, and she went away. Well, at last we got off, and we were in the train. Good-bye, dull care! This was Christmas-time--the time of presents, of fun and hilarity. I had taken good care to bring all my Christmas-boxes with me.