The Railway Children Page #4

as an adventure.

All sorts of things might happen.

Mother could write about it.

Write a book.

You never know.

We won't always be poor, Phyllis,

I'm sure.

All right. Good night.

Good night.

I'm still cold though.

...lightly on the-cheek.

...one of the men, in a bowler hat,

opened the door...

Father did not turn,

but left without a word.

Why don't we ask the next train

to take our love to Daddy?

Trains don't carry people's love,

they'd be above that.

Yes, they do if you tame them first.

I wonder why Daddy

hasn't written to us.

Mummy says he's too busy.

he'll write soon, she says.

Well, why don't we wave anyway?

Three waves won't matter.

We won't miss them.

Charming...

Charming!

About time they had it seen to.

The coal in the little shed

has held out well, Bobbie.

There was hardly any there yesterday

when I looked.

Well, we've only had one fire.

I know but I could swear there's more

than when we first came.

- That's silly.

- Course it's silly.

So it's you, Pete.

- It's you.

- It's me what?

It's you that's been putting

the coal in the shed.

But where from Pete,

for heaven's sake?

From the coal heap of course,

they've got stacks of it there.

But that's stealing!

Don't you remember your catechism?

"Thou shalt not steal sayest the Lord"

It wasn't stealing.

It was mining.

I took from the top.

That's mining, not stealing.

If it was, all the miners in the world

would be in jug.

Oh, Pete... Pete!

Oh Pete, Pete.

We'll have to take it all back.

- What?

- All of it.

- All of it.

- All of it!

All of it.

There can't be anything wrong in trying

to keep your own mother warm.

That can't be wrong.

It's all right Pete,

at least we can burn the evidence.

Mrs Viney, here we are.

I've got the buns for tea.

- Buns?

- Yes, Mummy sold a story and...

Mrs Viney, what's the matter?

It's your dear ma, master Peter,

she's... she's very poorly.

You'd better go back to the village

and get Dr Forrest.

Right.

Don't let her die, Mrs Viney.

Doctor Forrest!

Mother's very ill,

please come quickly,

Stay there, my boy.

Influenza.

But not serious.

Now my Lady Grave-airs,

I suppose you'll want to be head nurse?

- Of course, Doctor.

- Right.

Now we'll send down some medicine.

Keep a good fire going

and have some strong beef tea

ready to give her

the moment the fever goes down...

She can have the grapes now

and the soda water.

Oh, and you'd better get

a bottle of brandy.

You can go in now...

May I have the list?

Don't worry, funny face.

She's head nurse

but you can be Matron.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, what utter nonsense,

I can't afford all that.

I haven't an idea in my head

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