"Madam, lady, what shall I call you?" she exclaimed. "I must say it. I know the truth. You _are_ a fairy. It is you I have to thank for what has been done to help me in the night!" "Call me what you please, my dear, when we are alone," said the old lady, "but keep what you know, or suspect--rather more than the actual fact, by the bye," she added--"keep it to yourself. I know you are discreet, otherwise I could not be of service to you as I intend to be. Now tell me, child, what are your troubles or anxieties, for some I know you have----" "I don't feel as if I had any at all this morning," Clodagh interrupted laughingly. "Ah, well--so much the better, it shows a healthy nature," was the reply. "But, tell me, is that very autocratic young woman, your cousin, good to you? Are you happy to be with her?" "Yes, yes, truly I am," Clodagh replied eagerly. "That is to say, I feel sure I am going to be so. You see we only met again yesterday, after not having seen each other for several years, not since I have been grown-up. But I must explain. Paulina is very kind. I am sorry she was rude to you yesterday. She was sorry herself afterwards, but she is only quick-tempered and spoilt. She has a kind heart. When my dear grandmother died I should have been homeless, forced to earn my living with strangers, but for her," and by this time Clodagh's eyes were filled with tears. Cousin Felicity nodded her head slowly, and in a moment or two she spoke again. "Did you love your Irish home very dearly?" she asked. "Did I? _Do_ I, rather," the girl replied. "Oh, dear lady, I adore it! But it is mine no longer. It belongs to strangers, it is best for me not to think of it; though I have known all my life that I should have to leave it when Granny left me, I don't think I realised it. That is why I am glad to travel. It is interesting, and takes my thoughts off, to see new places and people. I am glad that Paulina travels so much, if only----" and here she gave a deep sigh. "Ah, ha," cried the little old lady, but though slightly mocking, her tone was not the least unkindly, "now we are getting to your troubles. What is that deep sigh about?" "It's my fear that I can't manage things properly for Paulina," said Clodagh, "and if so, I must leave her. She is not _very_ rich. She can't afford to buy me pretty gowns and things, as she means to do, if I cannot save her having a maid. She cannot take two about with her. Oh, it's the luggage! Do you know, yesterday I thought I had lost her jewellery--I'll never forget my horror!" "Would you like to know how _I_ travel? Shall I show you?" said her new friend. Clodagh looked at her wonderingly. "Indeed I would," she said. "But then," she went on, "though I am afraid you do not like me to say it, I _know_ you are a----" "S-sh. Never mind about that. Come with me," was the reply.