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Hertha felt stupefied: but she had the presence of mind to say nothing more, and to wait for the further development of this extraordinary mystification. Winifred, evidently in happy security that their luggage was in good hands, led the way to the pony carriage, where a joyful --
"Dear Winifred -- Miss Norreys -- I am so glad to see you," followed by excuses at not daring to leave her place, "as the ponies are sometimes just a _little_ fidgety with the trains, you know," left no shadow of doubt as to the identity of the girl with the bright brown hair. "There is comfortable room for three, as Winifred never minds sitting at the back," Louise went on; and Winifred, after kissing her sister, endorsed this statement by declaring she would rather sit anywhere than have to drive.