And after dinner father took them a little walk up and down the platform, and at last, just as it was time to get into the train again, he bought them a paper full of pictures, called the _Graphic_, that amused Olly for a long way.
But it was a long long way to Windermere, and poor Milly and Olly began to get very tired.

The trees at Wigan did make them laugh a little bit, but they were too tired to think them as funny as they would have thought them in the morning.

They are such comical trees! First of all, the smoke from the smoky chimneys at Wigan has made them black, and stopped the leaves from growing, and then the wind has blown them all over on one side, so that they look like ugly little twisted dwarfs, as if some cruel fairy had touched them with her wand.

But Olly soon forgot all about them; and he began to wander from one end to the other of the carriage again, scrambling and jumping about, till he gave himself a hard knock against the seat; and that made him begin to cry--poor tired little Olly.

Then mother lifted him on to her knee, and said to him, very softly, "Are you very tired, Olly?
Never mind, poor little man, we shan't be very long now, and we're all tired, darling--father's tired, and I'm tired; and look at Milly there, she looks like a little white ghost.