The train moved off on its westward journey and left them there.
So prompt was Pompous that in less than fifteen minutes he came up and said:
“All yeady to go now, mist’ess.”
Roma followed him to the end of the platform at which the carriage stood—because it could come no nearer—and entered it.
Pompous lifted the child in, shut the door, mounted to his seat on the box, and started his horse.
Puck followed with all their baggage, in the wagon, and so they drove on under the starlit sky, along the five-mile road, up and down the heavily wooded hills and dales that lay between Goeberlin and Goblin Hall.
Roma looked out as they approached the house, but she could only see the dim outline of the roof and walls and three or four bright lights gleaming through the windows, upstairs and down.
When the carriage stopped before the front the door was opened, showing the interior of the lighted hall and the tall, solemn figure of “Serious,” standing on the threshold.
Owlet was now so sound asleep that she had to be lifted from the carriage and carried into the house, in the arms of Pompous.
“Do not wake the child, if you can possibly help it. Lay her on the broad lounge in the parlor,” said Roma as she stepped from the carriage.