So-- "Yes," she said, "it was." "Well done!" said the Porter; "speak the truth and shame the--" "But we'd have come down the very next day if we'd known you hadn't heard the story," Phyllis added hastily.
"I believe you, Missie," said Perks, and sprang across the line six feet in front of the advancing train.
The girls hated to see him do this, but Peter liked it.

It was so exciting.
The Russian gentleman was so delighted with the strawberries that the three racked their brains to find some other surprise for him.

But all the racking did not bring out any idea more novel than wild cherries.
And this idea occurred to them next morning.

They had seen the blossom on the trees in the spring, and they knew where to look for wild cherries now that cherry time was here.

The trees grew all up and along the rocky face of the cliff out of which the mouth of the tunnel opened.
There were all sorts of trees there, birches and beeches and baby oaks and hazels, and among them the cherry blossom had shone like snow and silver.
The mouth of the tunnel was some way from Three Chimneys, so Mother let them take their lunch with them in a basket.