It was still very early. No one was about. Cousin Felicity took the girl's hand and turned to re-enter the house by a different way from that by which Clodagh had come. But before doing so, she stopped a moment and waved her tiny hand as if in adieu to the beehive. "Thanks many," her companion heard her murmur. "You did your work well last night," and to Clodagh she went on, with a twinkle in her bright eyes, "Were you pleased with what you found this morning--the new trunk and all?" "Pleased!" exclaimed the girl rapturously, "I couldn't believe my eyes. Not that I mind work," she went on, "I think I can soon learn to pack and unpack cleverly. It is the responsibility of all the things, the terror of losing them, that distresses me." "Yes, yes," said her friend, "I understand. I do not mean to do all your work for you. It is the industrious and active, not the idle and lazy, that"--and here she gave her funny twinkling smile again--"that _they_ help, as all the stories you have heard over the sea always tell. You shall see what I can do, and what you must do yourself." By this time they had reached a side entrance to the house. The door stood open; a small staircase faced them, up which with wonderful quickness, considering her great age, Cousin Felicity sprang, followed by Clodagh, and crossing a landing, opened the door of a room, inviting the girl to enter with her. It was a pleasant room; the first impression it made on Clodagh was of whiteness--and exquisite neatness. It matched the little old lady to perfection. "This is where I always am, when I visit these kind people," she said. "No one ever has this room but myself. And," she went on in a low voice as if speaking to herself, "who, if I tried to tell it, would believe for how many generations it has been appropriated to me?" Clodagh felt a thrill of awe as she caught the mysterious words. But in another moment Cousin Felicity had turned to her briskly, pointing to a neat, good-sized trunk standing in front of the fireplace. "That is all _my_ luggage," she announced. "It holds more than Paulina's fine lady's maid would have got into half-a-dozen like it, because _I_ know how to pack. But--look at it well." Clodagh stared at it obediently. "Shut your eyes." She did so. Then it seemed to her that she heard a murmur of words. "Open." Clodagh again obeyed. And this time, stare she did, for--the box was no longer there, it had vanished from view! She was too astonished to speak. "Hold out your hand," was the next command.