The Railway Children Page #5

for a story

so there won't even be buns

for tea for some time.

Tell Mrs Viney to boil some scrag-end

of neck for your dinner tomorrow

then I'll have some of the broth.

But even if we never have

anything to eat at all

you can't afford all those other things.

Right. So we've got to think

of some other way.

Now everybody, think.

Just as hard as ever you can,

think!

- I, O, N.

- You sure?

Yes.

I...

O...

N.

There. Brilliant.

"Look out at the station. "

Definitely one of your best works,

Michael Angelo.

Oakworth Station!

Oakworth!

Oakworth!

Oakworth Station.

Oh, I thought I'd missed you.

You are the man who waves to us,

aren't you?

- Mind the doors, please.

- Aren't you?

- Yes my dear, I wave...

- Oh, will you take this, please.

We chose you because we thought

you had such a kind face.

Er, mind the doors please, Miss.

Sir. On the way, Mr, Mitchell.

Thank you, Mr Perks.

- Good evening.

- Good evening.

Good evening.

Oh dear!

Oh! Good evening.

The name's Perks.

I believe we've met.

Yes, you were busycause of

the Station Master being in Leeds.

Yes, even busier now

'cause he had a drop too much

down at the Britannia Arms and fell over

and broke his daft leg playing billiards.

- Of course it was his own fault.

- Why?

He should've used the rest.

He will do that

over the edge, you see.

The old gent asked me

to fetch this up straight away.

Thank you very much, Mr Perks.

I'm very sorry I haven't got two pence

to give you like Father does, but...

Hey! Just stop that, please.

I wasn't thinking about no tuppences.

I just came to say I was sorry

to hear your mama wasn't so well

and to ask how she finds herself

this evening.

Oh and I've er, I brought her

a bit of sweet briar.

It's very sweet to smell that is.

Tuppence indeed.

Thank you very much and I beg

your pardon about the twopence.

No offences, I'm sure.

No offence.

And just to show I'll er,

I'll have a look

at that blown up brass engine

of yourn, shall I?

- What?

- Yes.

Oh, can you manage?

Bit heavy... Here you are.

Oh. Is that it?

Bit of a mess, isn't it?

Still I'll er, I'll see what I can do.

- Good evening.

- Thank you, Mr Perks. Good night.

- Oh!

- Oh, look at that!

Oh, everything...

"Dear Roberta, Phyllis

and Peter,

"here are the things you want.

"Your mother will want to know

where they came from

"so please ask her to forgive me

"for taking the liberty

of allowing myself the great pleasure.

"Yours sincerely, G. P... Something. "

I can't read it.

I think we were right to ask him.

Right? Of course we're right.

I don't fancy telling Mother

the whole truth about this.

We shouldn't do that

until she's completely well.

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