Finally Meg came and disencumbered Miles of the children and bore them away. When her voice took on a certain tone it was as useless to cope with Meg as with Auntie Jan. They knew this, and like wise children gave in gracefully. Elaborate farewells had to be said to everybody, and with a final warm embrace for Miles, little Fay called to him "Tum and see me in my baff." "Captain Middleton will have gone long before you are ready for that," Meg said inhospitably, and trying to look very tall and dignified she walked up the three steps leading to the nursery. But it is almost impossible to look imposing with a lagging child dragging at each hand, and poor Meg felt that her exit was far from effective. William settled himself comfortably across his master's knees and in two minutes was snoring softly. Miles manifested so keen an interest in Mr. Withells' exhibits (he had got a second prize and a highly commended) that the kindly little man was quite attracted; and when Miles inquired about trains to Cheltenham he gave him precisely the same advice that he had given Meg. * * * * * * * * The station at Amber Guiting is seldom crowded; it's on a shuttle line, and except on market-day there is but little passenger traffic. Therefore a small young lady with rather conspicuously red hair, a neat grey coat and skirt, a shady grey straw hat trimmed with white clover and green leaves, and a green parasol, was noticeable upon the platform out of all proportion to her size. The train was waiting. The lady entered an empty third-class carriage, and sitting in the corner with her back to the engine, shut herself in. The train departed punctually, and she took out from her bag a note-book which she studied with frowning concentration. Ten minutes further down the line the train stops again at Guiting Green, and here the young lady looked out of the window to see whether anyone was travelling that she recognised. There was. But it was impossible to judge from the young lady's expression whether the recognition gave her pleasure or not. She drew in her head very quickly, but not before she had been seen. "Hullo, Miss Morton! Where are you going? May I get in here?" "Aren't you travelling first?" "Not a bit of it. Sure you don't mind? How jolly to have met you!" Miles looked so smiling, so big and well turned out, and pleased with life, that Meg's severe expression relaxed somewhat. "I suppose," she said, "you're just going to the junction. But why come to Guiting Green?" "I came to Guiting Green because it's exactly four miles from the Manor House. And I've walked those four miles, Miss Morton, walked 'em for the good of my health. Wish it wasn't so dusty, though--look at my boots! _I'm_ going to Cheltenham. Where are you going?" "Cheltenham?" Meg repeated suspiciously. "What are you going to do there?"