She now helped to put away the tea-things, and the horses being by that time harnessed, mounted into the van, followed by her delighted grandfather. Their kind friend then shut the door, and sat herself down by her drum at an open window; and the steps being put up by George, and stowed under the carriage, away they went, with a great noise of flapping, and creaking, and straining, the bright brass knocker, which nobody ever knocked at, knocking every moment a double knock of its own accord, as they jolted heavily along. *Chapter VI.* *THE WAX-WORK SHOW.* When they had travelled slowly forward for some short distance, Nell looked timidly round the caravan. One half of it was carpeted, and so cut off at the farther end as to form a sleeping-place, which was shaded, like the little windows, with fair white curtains, though it was very small. The other half served for a kitchen, and was fitted up with a stove, whose small chimney passed through the roof. It also held a larder, several chests, a great pitcher of water, a few cooking utensils and pieces of crockery. The lady of the caravan sat at one window and little Nell and her grandfather sat at the other, while the machine jogged slowly onward. At first the two travellers spoke little, and only in whispers; but as they grew more used to the place they began to talk about the country through which they were passing, until the old man fell asleep. The lady of the caravan then asked Nell to come and sit beside her. "Well, child," she said, "how do you like this way of travelling?" Nell replied that she thought it was very pleasant indeed. The lady of the caravan sat looking at the child for a long time in silence. Then, getting up, she brought out from a corner a large roll of canvas, about a yard in width, which she laid upon the floor, and spread open with her foot until it nearly reached from one end of the caravan to the other. "There, child," she said, "read that." Nell walked down it, and read aloud, in huge black letters, the words "JARLEY’S WAX-WORK." "Read it again," said the lady. "Jarley’s Wax-work," repeated Nell. "That’s me," said the lady. "I am Mrs. Jarley." Giving the child a pleasant look, the lady of the caravan unfolded another scroll, on which were the words "One hundred figures the full size of life;" and then another, on which was written, "The only real wax-work in the world." When she had shown these to the astonished child, she brought forth several handbills used to announce the show, one of which ran:— "If I knowed a donkey wot wouldn’t go To see Mrs. Jarley’s wax-work show, Do you think I’d acknowledge him? Oh; no, no! Then run to Jarley’s." When she had shown all these treasures to her young companion, Mrs. Jarley rolled them up, and having put them carefully away, sat down again, and looked at the child in triumph.