The Railway Children Page #3

Mind how you go, Peter.

Oh, that beastly woman!

She's taken the money

and not left us any food.

Aren't we going to have

any supper tonight? I'm starving!

I know! There's some food

in the cases in the cellar.

Aunt Emma sent them on

ahead of us. Come along.

Mind the step.

Come along, Bobbie,

it's a real feast.

Sardines, biscuits, ginger.

Raisins...

No Phyl, no! You do not put

the marmalade spoon in to the sardines.

Oh, Mummy, it's gorgeous, Mummy.

Tell you what,

let's drink Aunt Emma's health.

- Good idea.

- Here's to Aunt Emma.

- To Aunt Emma.

- Aunt Emma.

And all who sail in her.

- Oh! What's that, Mummy?

- Pie.

- Pie?

- Apple Pie.

Apple pie for breakfast?

Then we're not poor after all.

This is the supper

we should have had.

I found it in that little room

that we thought was a cupboard,

so Mrs Viney wasn't so bad

after all.

- Good morning, can I help you?

- I expect so. Viney's the name.

Hilda Viney, ma'am... Missus.

Do come in.

We're just been talking about you.

Oh, I see you found your supper then.

Funny time to have it though.

It was like a great dragon

tearing by.

A dragon's house

looks like that tunnel.

I never thought we'd ever get so near

to a train as this.

- It's better than toy engines, isn't it?

- I don't know, it's different.

It seems so odd to see all of a train.

It's so tall.

I've always seen them cut

in half by platforms

I wonder if that train's going to London?

London is where Daddy is.

- We don't know that, Phyl.

- He might be.

How do you do?

- How do you do?

- Yes.

- Could I ask you two questions?

- Yes, well it depends what they are.

I can't spend all day conversationalising

with the junior public.

Now what are they?

What's the white mark

on the coal heap for?

That's to tell you how much coal there is

you see, in case anybody nicks it.

Second question, please.

Do you know anything

about engines?

Do I know anything about engines?

Why?

- Because I've got one.

- Er, what gauge?

I don't know anything about gauges,

but it's about this big.

Yes?

- It's brass and it blew up.

- It blew up.

Well just excuse me young man,

I've got a lot to do

cos the Station Master's

having his hair cut in Leeds, you see

and Perks must be about it.

- Perks? Who's Perks?

- Me, sir. I'm Perks.

Right on time.

- What is?

- This ere's the Scots Flyer.

Why is it going so slowly,

Mr Perks?

Why... well it's all up hill

to Scotland, isn't it?

That train's going to Scotland.

If Daddy's not in London,

he's in Scotland

and that train is going to Scotland.

Perhaps, Phyl.

I don't think we're going to enjoy

being poor, you know,

being cold and all that.

Phyllis, try to imagine it

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