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"
Perks
always
drinks
out
of
the
can
,
"
said
Phyllis
,
flushing
red
.
"
I
think
it
was
very
nice
of
him
to
give
it
me
at
all
--
let
alone
cups
and
plates
,
"
she
added
.
"
So
do
I
,
"
said
the
old
gentleman
,
and
he
drank
some
of
the
tea
and
tasted
the
bread
and
butter
.
And
then
it
was
time
for
the
next
train
,
and
he
got
into
it
with
many
good-byes
and
kind
last
words
.
"
Well
,
"
said
Peter
,
when
they
were
left
on
the
platform
,
and
the
tail-lights
of
the
train
disappeared
round
the
corner
,
"
it
's
my
belief
that
we
've
lighted
a
candle
to-day
--
like
Latimer
,
you
know
,
when
he
was
being
burned
--
and
there
'll
be
fireworks
for
our
Russian
before
long
.
"
And
so
there
were
.
It
was
n't
ten
days
after
the
interview
in
the
waiting
room
that
the
three
children
were
sitting
on
the
top
of
the
biggest
rock
in
the
field
below
their
house
watching
the
5.15
steam
away
from
the
station
along
the
bottom
of
the
valley
.
They
saw
,
too
,
the
few
people
who
had
got
out
at
the
station
straggling
up
the
road
towards
the
village
--
and
they
saw
one
person
leave
the
road
and
open
the
gate
that
led
across
the
fields
to
Three
Chimneys
and
to
nowhere
else
.
"
Who
on
earth
!
"
said
Peter
,
scrambling
down
.
"
Let
's
go
and
see
,
"
said
Phyllis
.
So
they
did
.
And
when
they
got
near
enough
to
see
who
the
person
was
,
they
saw
it
was
their
old
gentleman
himself
,
his
brass
buttons
winking
in
the
afternoon
sunshine
,
and
his
white
waistcoat
looking
whiter
than
ever
against
the
green
of
the
field
.
"
Hullo
!
"
shouted
the
children
,
waving
their
hands
.
