CHAPTER XI.
THE NOSE OF THE TREFOYLES At noon next day a cab drove up to Mrs.Bubb's house; from it alighted Miss Sparkes, who, with the help of the cabman, brought downstairs a tin box, a wooden box, two bandboxes, and three newspaper bundles.

With no one did she exchange a word of farewell; the Cheesemans' were out, the landlady and Moggie kept below stairs.

So Polly turned her back upon Kennington Road, and shook the dust thereof from her feet for ever.
Willingly she had accepted a proposal that she should share the room of her friend Miss Waghorn, who was to be married in a month's time to Mr.
Nibby, and did not mind a little inconvenience.

The room was on the third floor of a house at the north end of Shaftesbury Avenue; it measured twelve feet by fourteen.

When Polly's bandboxes had been thrust under the bed and her larger luggage built up in a corner, there was nice standing room both for her and Miss Waghorn.