Well, the gentleman there looked as surprised as the cabman. He said “What?” quite crossly. I thought it was because I hadn’t said “please,” but he wasn’t a bit nicer when I did. Then some other people came near, and that seemed to make the gentleman in the little hole less surprised. He punched my ticket and gave it to me, and he said, “I suppose your Mother has a season ticket?” I said, “No, Father has.” I didn’t know why he asked, but I think now he thought that I belonged to the people who were standing there. It was very silly of him, for the lady wasn’t the least bit like Mother; she looked horrid. I know the platform from which our trains mostly start, besides a good many other people were going along as well. I heard one lady say, “Who does that little girl belong to?” And the gentleman said, “Oh, to that lot, I think.” It made me very cross that everybody should mistake the horrid lady for Mother, but I didn’t like to explain. Somebody else, too, asked me if I were lost, but I said, very hard, “No.” It was so uncomfortable, people talking to me like this, that I got into the first empty carriage that I saw. I got under the seat, too, so that they’d be less likely to bother me with questions. It isn’t nice when every one is so astonished and cross at you. I liked it under the seat, but I was so afraid that it was naughty. I did hope that Mother wouldn’t mind. You see, she always says that I am so careless about my clothes, and that it is unkind to Violet, who has to wear them when I have grown out of them. It does seem hard on Violet, certainly, because she never spoils anything herself. I think she’d look neat on a desert island. She really ought to have been born an eldest. It made it worse, too, because I was wearing my titums. I suppose every one knows that a titums is your middle-best dress; the others are hitums and scrub. Of course, I didn’t stop under the seat all the time, or else I might have passed the station. I thought afterwards that it was lucky no one got into the carriage, because grown-up people are so easily astonished, and they might have thought it funny when I came crawling out. We only stopped twice before we got to Farncombe, which made it easier, and I had lots of time to plan what I’d do when we got there. First of all, though, I tried if both doors of the compartment were unlocked, because that was part of the plan. They were. I began to feel like the Young Pretender after Culloden. Well, it all went beautifully. As the train slowed down to go into Farncombe Station I jumped out of the door on the other side to our platform. Then I ran across the line and crouched down by the hedge until the train had gone off again and everything was quiet. I did this because the station-master and all the people at Farncombe know us, and I thought there’d be more fuss. Besides, the station-master is a most disagreeable man.