A small procession was picking its way through the square. In front, Twoflower recognized, was something he’d once owned. “It was a very cheap one,” he said, to no one in particular. “I always thought there was something a little warped about it, to tell you the truth.” It was followed by a slightly larger Luggage. And then, in descending order of size, four little chests, the smallest being about the size of a lady’s handbag.
