"Who is there?" said a voice--a rather petulant one--from the corner.
"Whatever is the matter? I was fast asleep till there was all this fuss!
Oh!--" with an exclamation, "can it be you, Clodagh O'Beirne? I had no
idea we were at Crossway Corner already?"
"Yes, indeed," Clodagh replied, "it is I. I didn't know it was you,
Cousin Paulina. I wasn't sure, you see, if I would find you here, or if
you would only meet me at the next stage. Lady Roseley wasn't certain
from your letter which it would be."
"Humph," murmured Mistress Paulina. "Well, after all I decided that to
avoid any mistake I'd get up for once by cock-crow, so as to start from
Stracey. I hate getting up early, and I was fast asleep as you saw. Did
Lady Roseley send some one with you, then, to see you off? You seemed to
be nodding good-byes."
"No," said Clodagh. "That's to say only the old coachman who drove me
over and left me at the inn. I was all right. No, it was only the
landlady I was waving to. She was so kind, helping to carry out my
things," and she glanced round at the various encumbrances. The place
was certainly inconveniently crowded, and so Paulina, now wide-awake,
seemed to think, as she took it all in, and that with evident annoyance.
"I must say, Clodagh," she remarked, "that you have a queer collection
of luggage. I hope you will get rid of some of these bags and baskets
before we start again. I don't deny that I travel with a fair amount
myself," and indeed the coach had seemed well packed inside and out,
before the younger girl's belongings had been added, "but a child like
you can't need such an amount. You'll have to learn to be a clever
traveller, my dear, if we're to get on together."
"I'm very sorry," said Clodagh apologetically. "You see, cousin, I never
have left home before, and I didn't know how to manage. I'll do my best,
and I hope I'll soon learn, for of course I shall pack for you as well
as for myself. That I quite understand."
"Well, yes," said Paulina. "I can't go about with you _and_ a maid. And
as things have unfortunately turned out so sadly for you, it seemed to
me you'd be better off with me than going among strangers. And on my
side, I'm sick of maids with their airs and graces and vulgarities. I
prefer to have a companion of my own class."
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