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"
That
's
a
bad
business
,
indeed
,
"
said
the
engine-driver
reflectively
.
"
Lost
your
money
--
and
ca
n't
get
home
--
and
got
some
kids
,
too
,
waiting
for
you
,
I
dare
say
?
"
"
Any
amount
of
'em
,
"
sobbed
Toad
.
"
And
they
'll
be
hungry
--
and
playing
with
matches
--
and
upsetting
lamps
,
the
little
innocents
!
--
and
quarrelling
,
and
going
on
generally
.
O
dear
,
O
dear
!
"
"
Well
,
I
'll
tell
you
what
I
'll
do
,
"
said
the
good
engine-driver
.
"
You
're
a
washerwoman
to
your
trade
,
says
you
.
Very
well
,
that
's
that
.
And
I
'm
an
engine-driver
,
as
you
well
may
see
,
and
there
's
no
denying
it
's
terribly
dirty
work
.
Uses
up
a
power
of
shirts
,
it
does
,
till
my
missus
is
fair
tired
of
washing
of
'em
.
If
you
'll
wash
a
few
shirts
for
me
when
you
get
home
,
and
send
'em
along
,
I
'll
give
you
a
ride
on
my
engine
.
It
's
against
the
Company
's
regulations
,
but
we
're
not
so
very
particular
in
these
out-of-the-way
parts
.
"
The
Toad
's
misery
turned
into
rapture
as
he
eagerly
scrambled
up
into
the
cab
of
the
engine
.
Of
course
,
he
had
never
washed
a
shirt
in
his
life
,
and
could
n't
if
he
tried
and
,
anyhow
,
he
was
n't
going
to
begin
;
but
he
thought
:
"
When
I
get
safely
home
to
Toad
Hall
,
and
have
money
again
,
and
pockets
to
put
it
in
,
I
will
send
the
engine-driver
enough
to
pay
for
quite
a
quantity
of
washing
,
and
that
will
be
the
same
thing
,
or
better
.
"
The
guard
waved
his
welcome
flag
,
the
engine-driver
whistled
in
cheerful
response
,
and
the
train
moved
out
of
the
station
.
As
the
speed
increased
,
and
the
Toad
could
see
on
either
side
of
him
real
fields
,
and
trees
,
and
hedges
,
and
cows
,
and
horses
,
all
flying
past
him
,
and
as
he
thought
how
every
minute
was
bringing
him
nearer
to
Toad
Hall
,
and
sympathetic
friends
,
and
money
to
chink
in
his
pocket
,
and
a
soft
bed
to
sleep
in
,
and
good
things
to
eat
,
and
praise
and
admiration
at
the
recital
of
his
adventures
and
his
surpassing
cleverness
,
he
began
to
skip
up
and
down
and
shout
and
sing
snatches
of
song
,
to
the
great
astonishment
of
the
engine-driver
,
who
had
come
across
washerwomen
before
,
at
long
intervals
,
but
never
one
at
all
like
this
.
They
had
covered
many
and
many
a
mile
,
and
Toad
was
already
considering
what
he
would
have
for
supper
as
soon
as
he
got
home
,
when
he
noticed
that
the
engine-driver
,
with
a
puzzled
expression
on
his
face
,
was
leaning
over
the
side
of
the
engine
and
listening
hard
.
Then
he
saw
him
climb
on
to
the
coals
and
gaze
out
over
the
top
of
the
train
;
then
he
returned
and
said
to
Toad
:
"
It
's
very
strange
;
we
're
the
last
train
running
in
this
direction
to-night
,
yet
I
could
be
sworn
that
I
heard
another
following
us
!
"
Toad
ceased
his
frivolous
antics
at
once
.
He
became
grave
and
depressed
,
and
a
dull
pain
in
the
lower
part
of
his
spine
,
communicating
itself
to
his
legs
,
made
him
want
to
sit
down
and
try
desperately
not
to
think
of
all
the
possibilities
.
By
this
time
the
moon
was
shining
brightly
,
and
the
engine-driver
,
steadying
himself
on
the
coal
,
could
command
a
view
of
the
line
behind
them
for
a
long
distance
.
Presently
he
called
out
,
"
I
can
see
it
clearly
now
!
It
is
an
engine
,
on
our
rails
,
coming
along
at
a
great
pace
!
It
looks
as
if
we
were
being
pursued
!
"
