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But
the
girls
were
quite
sure
.
And
they
were
also
quite
sure
that
he
was
quite
sure
,
however
little
he
cared
to
own
it
.
After
the
adventure
of
Peter
's
Coal-mine
,
it
seemed
well
to
the
children
to
keep
away
from
the
station
--
but
they
did
not
,
they
could
not
,
keep
away
from
the
railway
.
They
had
lived
all
their
lives
in
a
street
where
cabs
and
omnibuses
rumbled
by
at
all
hours
,
and
the
carts
of
butchers
and
bakers
and
candlestick
makers
(
I
never
saw
a
candlestick-maker
's
cart
;
did
you
?
)
might
occur
at
any
moment
.
Here
in
the
deep
silence
of
the
sleeping
country
the
only
things
that
went
by
were
the
trains
.
They
seemed
to
be
all
that
was
left
to
link
the
children
to
the
old
life
that
had
once
been
theirs
.
Straight
down
the
hill
in
front
of
Three
Chimneys
the
daily
passage
of
their
six
feet
began
to
mark
a
path
across
the
crisp
,
short
turf
.
They
began
to
know
the
hours
when
certain
trains
passed
,
and
they
gave
names
to
them
.
The
9.15
up
was
called
the
Green
Dragon
.
The
10.7
down
was
the
Worm
of
Wantley
.
The
midnight
town
express
,
whose
shrieking
rush
they
sometimes
woke
from
their
dreams
to
hear
,
was
the
Fearsome
Fly-by-night
.
Peter
got
up
once
,
in
chill
starshine
,
and
,
peeping
at
it
through
his
curtains
,
named
it
on
the
spot
.
It
was
by
the
Green
Dragon
that
the
old
gentleman
travelled
.
He
was
a
very
nice-looking
old
gentleman
,
and
he
looked
as
if
he
were
nice
,
too
,
which
is
not
at
all
the
same
thing
.
He
had
a
fresh-coloured
,
clean-shaven
face
and
white
hair
,
and
he
wore
rather
odd-shaped
collars
and
a
top-hat
that
was
n't
exactly
the
same
kind
as
other
people
's
.
Of
course
the
children
did
n't
see
all
this
at
first
.
In
fact
the
first
thing
they
noticed
about
the
old
gentleman
was
his
hand
.
It
was
one
morning
as
they
sat
on
the
fence
waiting
for
the
Green
Dragon
,
which
was
three
and
a
quarter
minutes
late
by
Peter
's
Waterbury
watch
that
he
had
had
given
him
on
his
last
birthday
.
"
The
Green
Dragon
's
going
where
Father
is
,
"
said
Phyllis
;
"
if
it
were
a
really
real
dragon
,
we
could
stop
it
and
ask
it
to
take
our
love
to
Father
.
"
"
Dragons
do
n't
carry
people
's
love
,
"
said
Peter
;
"
they
'd
be
above
it
.
"
"
Yes
,
they
do
,
if
you
tame
them
thoroughly
first
.
They
fetch
and
carry
like
pet
spaniels
,
"
said
Phyllis
,
"
and
feed
out
of
your
hand
.
I
wonder
why
Father
never
writes
to
us
.
"
"
Mother
says
he
's
been
too
busy
,
"
said
Bobbie
;
"
but
he
'll
write
soon
,
she
says
.
"
"
I
say
,
"
Phyllis
suggested
,
"
let
's
all
wave
to
the
Green
Dragon
as
it
goes
by
.
If
it
's
a
magic
dragon
,
it
'll
understand
and
take
our
loves
to
Father
.
And
if
it
is
n't
,
three
waves
are
n't
much
.
We
shall
never
miss
them
.
"
