Down below they could see the line of the railway, and the black yawning mouth of a tunnel.

The station was out of sight.

There was a great bridge with tall arches running across one end of the valley.
"Never mind the garden," said Peter; "let's go down and look at the railway.

There might be trains passing." "We can see them from here," said Roberta, slowly; "let's sit down a bit." So they all sat down on a great flat grey stone that had pushed itself up out of the grass; it was one of many that lay about on the hillside, and when Mother came out to look for them at eight o'clock, she found them deeply asleep in a contented, sun-warmed bunch.
They had made an excellent fire, and had set the kettle on it at about half-past five.

So that by eight the fire had been out for some time, the water had all boiled away, and the bottom was burned out of the kettle.