Mrs. Charlton is a sort of aunt of Father’s and she lives up in Lincolnshire. I didn’t know her at all, though Mother said I had seen her once when I was a baby, which is never a very nice sort of friendship. People like that always tell you how they held you in their arms, which makes you feel silly; or else, if you were too big to nurse, they say how naughty you used to be. It’s most uncomfortable. Anyway Mother said that Mrs. Charlton was a very kind old lady, though not cuddly; she said, too, that as I was going on a visit all alone like a grown-up young lady I must try and be very good. So I promised, and even though it mayn’t sound like it afterwards, I really did try. There was some talk of Father’s taking me all the way, but he was too busy, and it ended in my going to London with him and then travelling the rest of the way quite alone! At least Father did put me in the care of the guard; I do wish he hadn’t, though the guard was a very nice man. He poked in his head at nearly every station and said, “Getting on all right, missy?” and I said, “Yes, thank you; I hope you are too.” Then he waved his flag and we went on again. It had been directly after lunch when we left London, but it was getting quite dark before we got to Corby. I was most dreadfully starved too, because I’d eaten all my sandwiches very early. I thought I’d waited quite a long time before I began them, but it wasn’t really. That’s a funny thing about sandwiches, something seems to make you eat them almost directly you start, even if you’ve only just had dinner, and aren’t very hungry at all. It was the guard who came and helped me out with my things at Corby station, but almost directly a manservant came up and touched his hat and said, “Miss Lawrence?” I did feel beautifully grown up. There was a carriage waiting outside with a very fat coachman and two very fat horses; the man took me to this and held the door open for me to get in. If only the others had been with me to see me driving all alone in a grand carriage like that!