"She's oftener be'ind'and nor any train on the line." "But the engine's green," said Phyllis.
"Yes, Miss," said Perks, "so's a snail some seasons o' the year." The children agreed as they went home to dinner that the Porter was most delightful company.
Next day was Roberta's birthday.

In the afternoon she was politely but firmly requested to get out of the way and keep there till tea-time.
"You aren't to see what we're going to do till it's done; it's a glorious surprise," said Phyllis.
And Roberta went out into the garden all alone.

She tried to be grateful, but she felt she would much rather have helped in whatever it was than have to spend her birthday afternoon by herself, no matter how glorious the surprise might be.
Now that she was alone, she had time to think, and one of the things she thought of most was what mother had said in one of those feverish nights when her hands were so hot and her eyes so bright.
The words were: "Oh, what a doctor's bill there'll be for this!" She walked round and round the garden among the rose-bushes that hadn't any roses yet, only buds, and the lilac bushes and syringas and American currants, and the more she thought of the doctor's bill, the less she liked the thought of it.
And presently she made up her mind.

She went out through the side door of the garden and climbed up the steep field to where the road runs along by the canal.

She walked along until she came to the bridge that crosses the canal and leads to the village, and here she waited.