"You're going to that fat, vulgar body," she said. "Oh, don't you talk to me about it's being genteel to put on flesh, for I know better. But, anyhow, you'll be a good riddance while you are away, Dumps. I'll have time to give the parlour a rare good turning out." "Oh Hannah," I said, nestling up a little closer to her in the cab, "aren't you ever a little bit sorry that I'm going away?" "Well, to be sure, child," she said, her eyes twinkling, "I've no fault to find with you. You can't help your looks, and you can't help your aggrawating manners, and you can't help your perverse ways of going on. But there, there! you're as you're made, and I've no fault to find with you." This was a great deal from Hannah, and I was obliged to be satisfied with it. "I don't think I shall ever grow up vain," I thought, "and I suppose I ought to be satisfied." By-and-by I was cosily travelling first-class, for father was peremptory on this point, down to Chelmsford. I had left smoky London behind me, and was in the country. It was very cold in the country; snow was over everything, and the whole place looked so white and so sweet, and I just pined for a breath of the fresh country air. So I flung open the window of the carriage nearest to me and poked out my head. A poke of another sort was presently administered somewhere in my back, and turning, I saw a most irate old gentleman who had been sitting at the other end of the carriage. "I'll thank you, young person," he said, "to shut that window without a moment's delay. You must be mad to put your head out like that in such bitter weather. I'm certain to be attacked by bronchitis with your wilful and violent way of letting such extreme cold into the carriage." I shut the window in a great hurry and sat down, very red in the face. The old gentleman did not take any further notice of me; he buried himself behind his paper. After a minute or two I heard him sneeze, and when he sneezed he gave me a very angry glance. Then he coughed, and then he sneezed again; finally he buried himself once more in his paper. By-and-by we got to Chelmsford. It was nice to see Miss Grace Donnithorne standing on the platform. She was so round and so jolly and good-natured-looking, and her eyes, which were like little black beads in the middle of her face, quite shone with happiness. "There you are, you poor Dumps!" she said. "Hop out, dear--hop out." I sprang from the carriage to the platform. "Where is your luggage, my dear?" "I have it," I said; "it is in a brown-paper parcel on the luggage-rack." I thought I heard Miss Donnithorne murmur some thing; but all she said was, "Give it to me, dear. Be quick, or the train will move on."