So they had not been to the station for three days.
They went now.
And, to their surprise and distress, were very coldly received by Perks.
"'Ighly honoured, I'm sure," he said when they peeped in at the door of the Porters' room.

And he went on reading his newspaper.
There was an uncomfortable silence.
"Oh, dear," said Bobbie, with a sigh, "I do believe you're CROSS." "What, me?
Not me!" said Perks loftily; "it ain't nothing to me." "What AIN'T nothing to you ?" said Peter, too anxious and alarmed to change the form of words.
"Nothing ain't nothing.

What 'appens either 'ere or elsewhere," said Perks; "if you likes to 'ave your secrets, 'ave 'em and welcome.

That's what I say." The secret-chamber of each heart was rapidly examined during the pause that followed.

Three heads were shaken.
"We haven't got any secrets from YOU," said Bobbie at last.
"Maybe you 'ave, and maybe you 'aven't," said Perks; "it ain't nothing to me.