Two doors opened, and from one of them, William.

They flew to him.
He handed parcels to them cheerily, and immediately began to explain that this great train had stopped for HIS sake at such a small station as Sethley Bridge: it was not booked to stop.
Meanwhile the parents were getting anxious.

The table was set, the chop was cooked, everything was ready.

Mrs.Morel put on her black apron.
She was wearing her best dress.

Then she sat, pretending to read.