Cousin Felicity laid something on the outstretched palm. Clodagh gazed at it in amazement and admiration. It was a miniature trunk, evidently of the finest make. Never had she seen such a perfect toy of its kind, and it was an exact facsimile of her strange old friend's substantial box, which a minute before had been standing in front of her in the most matter-of-fact way. It was small--not above a couple of inches in length, and half as much in width and depth, but curiously heavy. It might almost have been a small block of lead, fashioned to represent a Liliputian portmanteau, and still Clodagh stood there staring at it, without speaking. "That is how _I_ travel," said the mysterious little lady at last. "It contains all my belongings, just as I told you the other--or rather itself in its other proportions--does. See, I slip it in here," and she held out the black hand-bag, or reticule, which the girl had noticed in the coach, and taking the little box from Clodagh she did as she said, "I draw the strings, I hang it over my arm," accompanying her explanations by the appropriate actions, "and there I am, ready to journey from one end of Europe to the other, or farther still, with no anxiety." Her young protégée lifted her eyes. "It is too marvellous, too delightful for words!" she exclaimed. The little old lady smiled graciously. "I knew you would say so," she replied. "Well, now, I can extend this magical power to you, on two conditions. You must keep the secret, absolutely and entirely, and you must do your own work perfectly. There must be no untidiness or hurry-scurry; you must never leave things behind, or tear or crumple them--if so, your carelessness will bring its own punishment, for it would prevent the spell's working, and even I--fairy or witch as you think me----" "No, no," Clodagh interrupted eagerly, "not witch. You are too kind and charming to be that." "Ah, well, we can leave aside the question of what or who I am. The point is what I can _do_, and what I cannot. And counteract the working or not working of the spell if the rules are broken, is beyond my power." "But I _will_ keep them," exclaimed Clodagh. "That is to say, I will do my very best to be most neat and methodical. Granny trained me to be neat. And I will keep the secret; that I promise, _only_----" and her face fell as a sudden idea disconcerted her. "What?" "If Paulina suspects anything? If she notices, and thinks there is something strange about it all?" Cousin Felicity smiled. "I will see to that. You need not be afraid. If you fulfil your part, you will have _no_ trouble, as regards Paulina or any one else. Come now--I will go with you to your rooms to explain all, before any one is about. But first--close your eyes for a moment. Yes----" and when Clodagh opened them, there stood the trunk again, as she had first seen it!