Then, when the train passed the fence where the three children were, newspapers and hands and handkerchiefs were waved madly, till all that side of the train was fluttery with white like the pictures of the King's Coronation in the biograph at Maskelyne and Cook's.

To the children it almost seemed as though the train itself was alive, and was at last responding to the love that they had given it so freely and so long.
"It is most extraordinarily rum!" said Peter.
"Most stronery!" echoed Phyllis.
But Bobbie said, "Don't you think the old gentleman's waves seemed more significating than usual ?" "No," said the others.
"I do," said Bobbie.

"I thought he was trying to explain something to us with his newspaper." "Explain what ?" asked Peter, not unnaturally.
"_I_ don't know," Bobbie answered, "but I do feel most awfully funny.

I feel just exactly as if something was going to happen." "What is going to happen," said Peter, "is that Phyllis's stocking is going to come down." This was but too true.

The suspender had given way in the agitation of the waves to the 9.15.