Sometimes she would sigh when she opened them and say:-- "Another story come home to roost.

Oh, dear, Oh, dear!" and then the children would be very sorry.
But sometimes she would wave the envelope in the air and say:--"Hooray, hooray.

Here's a sensible Editor.

He's taken my story and this is the proof of it." At first the children thought 'the Proof' meant the letter the sensible Editor had written, but they presently got to know that the proof was long slips of paper with the story printed on them.
Whenever an Editor was sensible there were buns for tea.
One day Peter was going down to the village to get buns to celebrate the sensibleness of the Editor of the Children's Globe, when he met the Station Master.
Peter felt very uncomfortable, for he had now had time to think over the affair of the coal-mine.

He did not like to say "Good morning" to the Station Master, as you usually do to anyone you meet on a lonely road, because he had a hot feeling, which spread even to his ears, that the Station Master might not care to speak to a person who had stolen coals.
'Stolen' is a nasty word, but Peter felt it was the right one.