All unconscious of the amused glances of her fellow passengers, Felicia Day, in her absurd bonnet and antiquated traveling coat sat primly in the Pullman section that the doctor's thoughtfulness had provided for her and counted her "five" just before her train reached New York. She smiled as she counted, a whimsical smile-- Item one. A letter! A beautiful letter, reposing next her heart under the stiff bodice of a frock that had once belonged to Josepha, mother- in-law of Major Trenton. Item two. One fluffy, sleepy Blenheim spaniel hidden in the capacious sleeve of a coat that had been Octavia's. Item three. A long and narrow knitted reticule, once carried by Louisa, wife of Major Trenton, now containing bills and coins placed there by Margot, said reticule held firmly, as Margot had directed, with the center twisted firmly around Felicia's left wrist. Item four. One russet leather traveling bag once used by Major Trenton, now containing modest rolls of ancient lingerie, Octavia's massive silver brushes and combs, a faded India dressing-gown belonging to whom even Margot couldn't remember, on top of which was tucked a flat wicker basket containing small cakes and sandwiches wrapped neatly in a napkin and weighted over all these contents, where Felicia herself had placed it when Margot wasn't looking--THE THEORY AND PRACTISE OF GARDENING! "Perhaps the wistaria will have to be pruned--perhaps the ivy around the fountain will need trimming--maybe the narcissi will need thinning out when they're through blossoming--I'm stupid about narcissi. I've been living so long where there weren't any--" Her thoughts had raced longingly toward the back yard of her childhood while Margot had been packing the bag. Item five. "Myself," decided Felicia nodding, "I must be careful not to lose myself." Which, droll as it seemed when she enumerated, proved to be the most difficult item to remember. "_Likewise on a journey especially of a business nature, one should keep clearly in mind the exact order of destination, choosing the most urgent first._" Destination first. "Temple Bar" where one may find the Portia Person who long ago promised to help should one ever be "in Trouble." Destination second. The address at the bottom of a grimy handbill that announced "To be sold at auction for unpaid taxes--By the order of J. K. Harlow, Justice of the--" Destination _really_! Eighteen Columbia Heights! "First," Felicia at least began her thinking clearly, "I shall go to see the Judge and I shall say 'Don't sell Grandy's house because Certain Legal Matters hasn't attended to things. Just wait. I know another lawyer, he's in Temple Bar. He will attend to everything.' Oh no! First I'll go find the Portia Person and while he is attending to everything I will send a letter to Dudley Hamilt's house--then I will go to Grandy's house and wait for Dudley Hamilt to come--oh! oh! Babiche--I can't arrange things clearly in mind, I can't no matter how I try! Only I must--"