But he gave her no reason for this unusually enthusiastic greeting.

He only said:-- "The 11.54's a bit late, Miss--the extra luggage this holiday time," and went away very quickly into that inner Temple of his into which even Bobbie dared not follow him.
Perks was not to be seen, and Bobbie shared the solitude of the platform with the Station Cat.

This tortoiseshell lady, usually of a retiring disposition, came to-day to rub herself against the brown stockings of Bobbie with arched back, waving tail, and reverberating purrs.
"Dear me!" said Bobbie, stooping to stroke her, "how very kind everybody is to-day--even you, Pussy!" Perks did not appear until the 11.54 was signalled, and then he, like everybody else that morning, had a newspaper in his hand.
"Hullo!" he said, "'ere you are.

Well, if THIS is the train, it'll be smart work! Well, God bless you, my dear! I see it in the paper, and I don't think I was ever so glad of anything in all my born days!" He looked at Bobbie a moment, then said, "One I must have, Miss, and no offence, I know, on a day like this 'ere!" and with that he kissed her, first on one cheek and then on the other.
"You ain't offended, are you ?" he asked anxiously.

"I ain't took too great a liberty?
On a day like this, you know--" "No, no," said Bobbie, "of course it's not a liberty, dear Mr.Perks; we love you quite as much as if you were an uncle of ours--but--on a day like WHAT ?" "Like this 'ere!" said Perks.