Mother told me.

I hope your little boy will soon be better, and--" "Come on, Phil," cried Peter, eagerly.
"I give you my sacred honour-word we'll never tell anyone.

Kiss and be friends," said Phyllis, feeling how noble it was of her to try to make up a quarrel in which she was not to blame.
The signalman stooped and kissed her.
"I do believe I'm a bit off my head, Sissy," he said.

"Now run along home to Mother.

I didn't mean to put you about--there." So Phil left the hot signal-box and followed Peter across the fields to the farm.
When the farm men, led by Peter and Phyllis and carrying a hurdle covered with horse-cloths, reached the manhole in the tunnel, Bobbie was fast asleep and so was Jim.