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Bobbie
got
home
in
time
for
tea
,
and
she
felt
as
though
her
mind
would
burst
with
all
that
had
been
put
into
it
since
she
parted
from
the
others
How
she
blessed
the
nail
that
had
torn
her
frock
!
"
Where
have
you
been
?
"
asked
the
others
.
"
To
the
station
,
of
course
,
"
said
Roberta
.
But
she
would
not
tell
a
word
of
her
adventures
till
the
day
appointed
,
when
she
mysteriously
led
them
to
the
station
at
the
hour
of
the
3.19
's
transit
,
and
proudly
introduced
them
to
her
friends
,
Bill
and
Jim
.
Jim
's
second
cousin
's
wife
's
brother
had
not
been
unworthy
of
the
sacred
trust
reposed
in
him
.
The
toy
engine
was
,
literally
,
as
good
as
new
.
"
Good-bye
--
oh
,
good-bye
,
"
said
Bobbie
,
just
before
the
engine
screamed
ITS
good-bye
.
"
I
shall
always
,
always
love
you
--
and
Jim
's
second
cousin
's
wife
's
brother
as
well
!
"
And
as
the
three
children
went
home
up
the
hill
,
Peter
hugging
the
engine
,
now
quite
its
own
self
again
,
Bobbie
told
,
with
joyous
leaps
of
the
heart
,
the
story
of
how
she
had
been
an
Engine-burglar
.
It
was
one
day
when
Mother
had
gone
to
Maidbridge
.
She
had
gone
alone
,
but
the
children
were
to
go
to
the
station
to
meet
her
.
And
,
loving
the
station
as
they
did
,
it
was
only
natural
that
they
should
be
there
a
good
hour
before
there
was
any
chance
of
Mother
's
train
arriving
,
even
if
the
train
were
punctual
,
which
was
most
unlikely
.
No
doubt
they
would
have
been
just
as
early
,
even
if
it
had
been
a
fine
day
,
and
all
the
delights
of
woods
and
fields
and
rocks
and
rivers
had
been
open
to
them
.
But
it
happened
to
be
a
very
wet
day
and
,
for
July
,
very
cold
.
There
was
a
wild
wind
that
drove
flocks
of
dark
purple
clouds
across
the
sky
"
like
herds
of
dream-elephants
,
"
as
Phyllis
said
.
And
the
rain
stung
sharply
,
so
that
the
way
to
the
station
was
finished
at
a
run
.
Then
the
rain
fell
faster
and
harder
,
and
beat
slantwise
against
the
windows
of
the
booking
office
and
of
the
chill
place
that
had
General
Waiting
Room
on
its
door
.
"
It
's
like
being
in
a
besieged
castle
,
"
Phyllis
said
;
"
look
at
the
arrows
of
the
foe
striking
against
the
battlements
!
"
"
It
's
much
more
like
a
great
garden-squirt
,
"
said
Peter
.
They
decided
to
wait
on
the
up
side
,
for
the
down
platform
looked
very
wet
indeed
,
and
the
rain
was
driving
right
into
the
little
bleak
shelter
where
down-passengers
have
to
wait
for
their
trains
.
