Amalita had labelled all their luggage very carefully even though it was not necessary for her to identify it.
She saw that there was a most efficient-looking man waiting to see it brought from the guard’s van.
She and Carolyn followed the footman.
At the entrance to the Station there was an extremely smart carriage drawn by two fine horses.
They were helped into it by the footman and, as they drove off, Carolyn put her hand into Amalita’s and said,
“This is thrilling! Oh, dearest Amalita, how could you have been so clever as to make it all work so well for us?”
“Don’t speak too soon,” Amalita warned her, “and do remember, dearest, that I am your stepmother.”
Carolyn looked at her sister as if for the first time.
“You do look different,” she said, “I am sure that no one would guess
