Olly and Milly were always shouting and clapping their hands at something or other, for Milly had grown almost as wild as Olly.
Sh-sh-sh-sh went the train, getting slower and slower till at last it stopped altogether.
"Bletchley, Bletchley!" shouted Olly, jumping down off the seat.
"No, my boy," said his father, catching hold of him, "we shall stop five more times before we get to Bletchley; so don't be impatient." But at last came Bletchley, and the children were lifted out into the middle of such a bustle, as it seemed to Milly.

There were crowds of people at the station, and they were all pushing backward and forward, and shouting and talking.
"Keep hold of me, Olly," said Milly, with an anxious little face.

"Oh, Nana, don't let him go!" But nurse held him fast; and very soon they were through the crowd, and father had put them safe into their new train, into a carriage marked "Windermere," which would take them all the way to their journey's end.
"That was like lions and bears, wasn't it, mother ?" said Olly, pointing to the crowd in the station, as they went puffing away.

Now, "lions and bears" was a favourite game of the children's, a romping game, where everybody ran about and pretended to be somebody else, and where the more people played, and the more they ran and pushed and tumbled about, the funnier, it was.

And the running, scrambling people at the station did look rather as if they were playing at lions and bears.
And now the children had a long day before them.