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There was straw littered about the great Gothic hall at Caradoc, some dreadfully modern-looking deal packing boxes stood side by side with a pair of carved oak dower chests. Contemplating them with a wistful expression on her pretty face was Kathleen.
-"There is something very pathetic about a packing case," she said aloud. "Under these circumstances, a poet might write an ode to a packing case. Fancy a family living here since the time of Alfred the Great and then being 'moved' by Maple--'estimates free'--and all the rest of it. Oh, dear; I wish this had never happened. I wish--I do wish, Reggie was here."