And when it grew late, and the stars were drawn down, somehow, to hang among the trees, Amabel fell asleep in her aunt's arms beside a white foaming fountain on a marble terrace, where white peacocks came to drink. * * * * * She awoke on the big bed in the spare room, but her aunt's arms were still round her. 'Amabel,' she was saying, 'Amabel!' 'Oh, Auntie,' said Amabel sleepily, 'I am so sorry. It _was_ stupid of me. And I did mean to please you.' 'It _was_ stupid of you,' said the aunt, 'but I am sure you meant to please me. Come down to supper.' And Amabel has a confused recollection of her aunt's saying that she was sorry, adding, 'Poor little Amabel.' If the aunt really did say it, it was fine of her. And Amabel is quite sure that she did say it. * * * * * Amabel and her great-aunt are now the best of friends. But neither of them has ever spoken to the other of the beautiful city called '_Whereyouwantogoto._' Amabel is too shy to be the first to mention it, and no doubt the aunt has her own reasons for not broaching the subject. But of course they both know that they have been there together, and it is easy to get on with people when you and they alike belong to the _Peoplewhounderstand_. * * * * * If you look in the A.B.C. that your people have you will not find '_Whereyouwantogoto._' It is only in the red velvet bound copy that Amabel found in her aunt's best bedroom. XI KENNETH AND THE CARP Kenneth's cousins had often stayed with him, but he had never till now stayed with them. And you know how different everything is when you are in your own house. You are certain exactly what games the grown-ups dislike and what games they will not notice; also what sort of mischief is looked over and what sort is not. And, being accustomed to your own sort of grown-ups, you can always be pretty sure when you are likely to catch it. Whereas strange houses are, in this matter of catching it, full of the most unpleasing surprises. You know all this. But Kenneth did not. And still less did he know what were the sort of things which, in his cousins' house, led to disapproval, punishment, scoldings; in short, to catching it. So that that business of cousin Ethel's jewel-case, which is where this story ought to begin, was really not Kenneth's fault at all. Though for a time.... But I am getting on too fast.