"Yes, the friends I stayed the night with--I only came over from Ireland
yesterday--did so. It was their gig that brought me here just now, to
catch the coach as it passed."
The landlady's good-humour seemed to cheer the girl a little; she began
to look less frightened.
"You've come a long way," the older woman remarked. "Right across the
sea, I take it?" The girl nodded, and looked as if she were going to
cry. The landlady's curiosity was aroused. "And it's the first time
you've left home, I daresay, and all by yourself too. It must feel
strange-like."
"I wasn't alone till to-day. A friend came over with me," Clodagh
replied. "And I shan't be alone long. I'm to meet a--a lady, a cousin,
and we are to travel together."
"Ah indeed, that'll be much pleasanter for you," said her companion.
The young girl murmured something. But to herself she was saying that
she was by no means sure of it. And after a little silence she went on,
"I don't think I'd mind travelling alone--I don't mind anything very
much now that I haven't any home--except," and she glanced at the heap
of rather heterogeneous baggage, "except for all these things. I'm so
afraid of losing half of them, and yet Biddy and I packed as neatly as
ever we could. Biddy was grandmother's maid, and she stayed with me
after dear granny died, till it was settled for me to go to live with my
cousin and travel about with her."
"It'll be fine and amusing for you," said the landlady.
"I--I don't know," said Clodagh. "I'm not used to travelling, and I've
not seen my cousin for a good while, and she may think me stupid."
"But she's a young lady, I suppose?" said her questioner.
"Not very. She's--oh, she's seven or eight years older than I, and she
wants to travel all about till she finds a place to suit her. She's like
me, except that she's rich. She's got no parents and can do as she
likes."
Then suddenly it seemed to strike the young stranger that she was
perhaps too communicative, and she grew rather pink. "I shouldn't
perhaps----" she began, but the kind-hearted woman understood and
interrupted. "It's me, Miss, that's in fault," she said. "I shouldn't
make free to ask so many questions. But it went to my heart to see you
standing there alone, so young and half-frightened like. I had a little
daughter once--she'd have been not so much older than you if she'd
lived----" She stopped for a moment, then she went on again: "Wouldn't
you like a cup of tea now, Miss?" she said. "It's a time o' day I often
has one, for we've no lie-abeds in our house, and it's a good while
since we'd breakfast, and if you've come some distance you'll have been
up betimes, I'd daresay."
Clodagh's face brightened.
"It's very kind of you," she said. "I would like it uncommonly. I
couldn't eat any breakfast, I was so afraid of being too late.
But--please tell me how much it will cost. I mustn't spend anything I
can help, you see. Once I'm with Cousin Paulina, she will pay things
like that for herself and me."
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