It's wrong." "I'm not near so afraid of doing wrong as I was of going into that tunnel," said Phyllis.

"Come on," and she started to run along the line.
So Peter ran, too.
It was very hot in the sunshine, and both children were hot and breathless by the time they stopped, and bending their heads back to look up at the open windows of the signal-box, shouted "Hi!" as loud as their breathless state allowed.

But no one answered.

The signal-box stood quiet as an empty nursery, and the handrail of its steps was hot to the hands of the children as they climbed softly up.

They peeped in at the open door.