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           "Look—thoselilaclinesarethemetals—andthere’sthestationdoneinbrownwallflowers.Thelaburnumisthetrain,andtherearethesignal-boxes,andtheroaduptohere—andthosefatreddaisiesareusthreewavingtotheoldgentleman—that’shim,thepansyinthelaburnumtrain."

           "Andthere’s‘ThreeChimneys’doneinthepurpleprimroses,"saidPhyllis."Andthatlittletinyrose-budisMotherlookingoutforuswhenwe’relatefortea.Peterinventeditall,andwegotalltheflowersfromthestation.Wethoughtyou’dlikeitbetter."

           "That’smypresent,"saidPeter,suddenlydumpingdownhisadoredsteam-engineonthetableinfrontofher.Itstenderhadbeenlinedwithfreshwhitepaper,andwasfullofsweets.

           "Oh,Peter!"criedBobbie,quiteovercomebythismunificence,"notyourowndearlittleenginethatyou’resofondof?"

           "Oh,no,"saidPeter,verypromptly,"nottheengine.Onlythesweets."

           Bobbiecouldn’thelpherfacechangingalittle—notsomuchbecauseshewasdisappointedatnotgettingtheengine,asbecauseshehadthoughtitsoverynobleofPeter,andnowshefeltshehadbeensillytothinkit.Alsoshefeltshemusthaveseemedgreedytoexpecttheengineaswellasthesweets.Soherfacechanged.Petersawit.Hehesitatedaminute;thenhisfacechanged,too,andhesaid:"ImeannotALLtheengine.I’llletyougohalvesifyoulike.