She wanted to get away.
"You'll hear from the Company about this, I expect," said the Station Master.
Bobbie wished she might never hear of it again.

She pulled at Peter's jacket.
"Oh, come away, come away! I want to go home," she said.
So they went.

And as they went Station Master and Porter and guards and driver and fireman and passengers sent up a cheer.
"Oh, listen," cried Phyllis; "that's for US!" "Yes," said Peter.

"I say, I am glad I thought about something red, and waving it." "How lucky we DID put on our red flannel petticoats!" said Phyllis.
Bobbie said nothing.

She was thinking of the horrible mound, and the trustful train rushing towards it.
"And it was US that saved them," said Peter.
"How dreadful if they had all been killed!" said Phyllis; "wouldn't it, Bobbie ?" "We never got any cherries, after all," said Bobbie.
The others thought her rather heartless..