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           Nowalwaysrememberthat—won’tyou?"

           Theyallhuggedherandrubbedtheirdampcheeksagainsthersandpromisedthattheywould.

           "AndI’llwritealettertoyouroldgentleman,andIshalltellhimthatIdidn’tapprove—oh,ofcourseIshallthankhim,too,forhiskindness.It’sYOUIdon’tapproveof,mydarlings,nottheoldgentleman.Hewasaskindaseverhecouldbe.AndyoucangivethelettertotheStationMastertogivehim—andwewon’tsayanymoreaboutit."

           Afterwards,whenthechildrenwerealone,Bobbiesaid:—

           "Isn’tMothersplendid?Youcatchanyothergrown-upsayingtheyweresorrytheyhadbeenangry."

           "Yes,"saidPeter,"sheISsplendid;butit’sratherawfulwhenshe’sangry."

           "She’slikeAvengingandBrightinthesong,"saidPhyllis."Ishouldliketolookatherifitwasn’tsoawful.Shelookssobeautifulwhenshe’sreallydownrightfurious."

           TheytooktheletterdowntotheStationMaster.

           "Ithoughtyousaidyouhadn’tgotanyfriendsexceptinLondon,"saidhe.

           "We’vemadehimsince,"saidPeter.

           "Buthedoesn’tlivehereabouts?"

           "No—wejustknowhimontherailway."

           ThentheStationMasterretiredtothatsacredinnertemplebehindthelittlewindowwheretheticketsaresold,andthechildrenwentdowntothePorters’roomandtalkedtothePorter.