In the meantime, however, she greatly enjoyed the stay at the Priory,
and every day she grew cleverer with regard to her duties. She practised
folding and arranging Paulina's many garments till she really reached
perfection, and she was so methodical and careful, yet never fussy or
overwhelmed, that Paulina declared she had never been so splendidly
looked after in her life. So far this was most satisfactory. Still, when
the week to which their visit had been extended drew to its close, it
must be confessed that Cousin Felicity's young protégée was not without
nervousness as to the working of the spell.
"Suppose," she thought, "suppose I had dreamt it all!" But then her
glance fell on her own beautiful new trunk--"No, no," she added, "of
course it was real and true."
And when the morning of their departure came, nothing could have
exceeded her care to remember everything.
She waited till Paulina, fully attired for the journey, had gone
downstairs for a few last minutes with her hosts, then she rapidly
deposited the precious despatch-box in a corner of her own trunk, in
which there was still room; closed and locked both; recited as directed
the words of the spell, shut her eyes, and waited, as before.
Yes--all was right. There lay the miniature luggage, and in another
moment both toy boxes were safe in her reticule, and with light feet and
a light heart she ran down to join the others, just as the chariot which
was to take them to the nearest posting-house drew up at the door.
"Everything is ready," she said to Paulina. "I have seen to the
luggage," and Paulina nodded carelessly.
"The ladies' things have gone on in a cart, I suppose?" asked one of the
Marristons. The dignified butler replied that he understood it had been
seen to, the truth being that he had not thought about it; and on his
side the old hall-porter took for granted that the housemaids had had it
conveyed down the back-stairs, that is to say if _he_ thought about it
at all!
Anyway, as the mysterious lady had promised, so it fell out. Clodagh was
troubled with no enquiries, no interference.
And arrived at St. Aidan's Wells, where they were to spend some weeks,
all continued satisfactory. Once, it must be confessed, on their way,
Clodagh had a fright. For they had to make two breaks in the long
journey, spending one night at each, and on the second occasion, after
Clodagh had closed and locked and repeated the spell, lo and behold, it
refused to act! She started in terror, then her eyes fell on her own
little slippers, which she had forgotten to pack. In a moment she had
repaired the mistake, and then--yes, all went as before.
"But," said the girl to herself, "I must be _more_ than careful. For
possibly a second lapse on my part might not be forgiven."
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