A JOURNEY AND ITS ENDING. 165

« What a £zzd man!” whispered Carrots ; and
when the porter lifted him out of the carriage
he took hold of his hand, and ran along beside

him as fast as his little legs could keep up.

Floss felt quite bewildered at first, when she
saw the heaps and heaps of luggage lying on the
platform, all labelled “ Whitefriars.” It seemed
to her that everybody must have been travelling
to Whitefriars to-day. But by degrees it was
claimed, and melted away, and the kind porter,
to whom she had already pointed out their
“ great deal,” — one portmanteau, one bag, and
a small tin hat-box,— soon picked it up, and
stood waiting for further orders.

“Where am I to take it to, please, miss?”
he said. “Is there no one here to meet
you?”

“T don’t think so; I don’t know what to
do,” said Floss, looking sadly troubled again.
In the excitement of finding the luggage she
had forgotten this new difficulty, but now it
returned in full force.

«“ Have you far to go?” asked the man.