line, and I’m sure lt will be safer not to seem to belong to him. You never know whom you may meet in the train.’

We know that the best laid schemes both of mice and men are apt to go wrong, but on this occasion Emmelines really seemed as though they were going to be the exception to prove the rule. The party arrived at the station without any adven- tures; Diamond _]ubilee’s ticket cost only five- pence halfpenny ; without any difficulty she found an empty compartment for him, and an almost empty one next door to it for herself and the twins; last, but not least, they met no acquaint- ances at the station, so that although one or two porters stared at seeing Emmelinds interest in such a dirty, ragged, and altogether disreputable little street-arab as Diamond jubilee, nobody ventured to ask any awkward questions.

It was with a piece of stupidity on Diamond ]ubilee’s part that the tide of luck seemed to turn. Emmeline had done her best to impress on him that he must get out of the train as soon as he heard the porters shouting ‘Chudstone,’ but, in spite of her instructions, he as nearly as possible let himself -be carried on. She had not meant to appear to have anything to do with him at Chud- stone, where they were quite likely to be recog- nised, but in desperation she was obliged to tell the porter that there was a little boy in the next