She followed the old lady down a passage or two, and up some steps, till at the end of the corridor she saw that they were in the part of the house familiar to her. Cousin Felicity stopped in front of the two trunks, Paulina's and Clodagh's new one, standing just outside the doors of their rooms, and glanced at them approvingly. She was just going to speak when the girl touched her on the arm. "I am afraid," she began timidly, "I am afraid that Paulina may be awake by now, and if she heard us and looked out----?" Her friend nodded reassuringly. Then she noiselessly opened the door of the sleeper's room and stepped in, Clodagh close behind her. It was almost dark inside, for Paulina was not one of the people who like to see the dawn gradually creeping up--she always had her blinds drawn down. Still it was light enough for Clodagh to see the mysterious visitor make her way, swiftly and soundlessly, to the side of the bed. Then she stooped over the pretty face lying on the pillow, touched the closed eyelids softly, murmuring something inaudible, then came back to Clodagh waiting near the entrance and led the way outside again, closing the door behind them. "_That_ is quite safe," she said, smiling. "Have no fears for the present or the future. You will have no difficulties, I assure you. Now--" and she stood before the two closed boxes. "See," she said, "and listen. Whenever you have packed them neatly and perfectly, sure that nothing is forgotten, you lock as usual, deposit the keys safely, then stand in front of each in turn, touch the initials with your fore-finger--you have each three, 'P. O'B.' and 'C. O'B.'--saying slowly and clearly as you do so "One, two, three, Dwindle, says Felicity. "Then close your eyes for a moment, and you will see--hold, I will show you now. Shut your eyes." Clodagh did so. "Open." She obeyed, and there in front of her lay, so small that at the first moment she scarcely perceived them, two miniature editions of her own and Paulina's trunks, brass nails, letters and all. "Feel them," said her companion. Clodagh stooped and picked them up, her eyes sparkling with eagerness. They were heavy, certainly, but less so than the old lady's own one. "You have a hand-bag?" this personage enquired. "Oh yes," replied Clodagh, and in a moment she had fetched it. It held the toy trunks perfectly. "Take them out again," came the order. "Now," her friend continued, "listen. When you reach your destination, withdraw them from your reticule, place them wherever is most convenient, touch the letters again, beginning with the last, and say this time "Three, two, one, Journey's done, and--all will be as you desire." She smiled as she spoke. "You may test it at once," she said. "Place them on the floor. Now----" "Three, two, one, Journey's done,"