So they tried other ways, and brought him flowers till the place where he sat was surrounded by little fading bunches of clover and roses and Canterbury bells.
And then Phyllis had an idea.

She beckoned mysteriously to the others and drew them into the back yard, and there, in a concealed spot, between the pump and the water-butt, she said:-- "You remember Perks promising me the very first strawberries out of his own garden ?" Perks, you will recollect, was the Porter.

"Well, I should think they're ripe now.

Let's go down and see." Mother had been down as she had promised to tell the Station Master the story of the Russian Prisoner.

But even the charms of the railway had been unable to tear the children away from the neighbourhood of the interesting stranger.