"Hadn't we better hold up a pocket-handkerchief for a white flag to show them we are friendly ?" asked Betty anxiously.
"They wouldn't understand if we did," said Dan impatiently.
"They'd only think we were trying to frighten them.

Kitty, if you go back towards them, holding up your hand, they will know it's all right.
They will trust you.

It's only me they are down on, really." Kitty went back at once, and fortunately, just as she was trying to attract their attention and make them understand that she had only friendly intentions, they brought the engine to a standstill for Tonkin to get down and collect some faggots which lay beside the way.
The engine snorted, and spit, and panted, and Dumble watched Kitty's approach with an eye which was not encouraging; but Kitty, though her heart was quaking a little, advanced bravely.
"Dumble," she called to him, in a friendly, conciliating voice, stretching up to him confidingly--"Dumble, we are _so_ tired.

My little brother Tony can hardly get on at all, his feet are hurting him so badly, and he is too heavy for Dan to carry all the way; and Dan is tired too, and--and we wondered if--if you would give us a lift, even if it is only for a little way.

Will you ?" Dumble, his face rather flushed, straightened himself.