"Oh, yes, thank you, it was all quite easy."
"How did you manage last night in London?"
"I went home with some people who were kind to me on the voyage; Mr. and Mrs. Helston."
"I expected a taller niece," he said kindly.
"I am small for my age, I know."
His anxious gaze was fixed upon the packing-cases. There were three of them, and their bulk suggested weight.
"Do those cases belong to you?" he asked.
"Yes; my father's books and valuables. He left them all to me, and my guardian insisted that Mrs. Lutwyche should give them up."
"Well, I don't quite know how they are going to be conveyed up the Dale," he said, in perplexity.
"Oh, that's all right," said Millie, with sang-froid. "Mr. Dow is going to take them in his waggon."