But I suppose it 'hurt nice,' or she wouldn't have." For many and many a night after the day when she and Peter and Phyllis had saved the train from wreck by waving their little red flannel flags, Bobbie used to wake screaming and shivering, seeing again that horrible mound, and the poor, dear trustful engine rushing on towards it--just thinking that it was doing its swift duty, and that everything was clear and safe.

And then a warm thrill of pleasure used to run through her at the remembrance of how she and Peter and Phyllis and the red flannel petticoats had really saved everybody.
One morning a letter came.

It was addressed to Peter and Bobbie and Phyllis.

They opened it with enthusiastic curiosity, for they did not often get letters.
The letter said:-- "Dear Sir, and Ladies,--It is proposed to make a small presentation to you, in commemoration of your prompt and courageous action in warning the train on the -- - inst., and thus averting what must, humanly speaking, have been a terrible accident.

The presentation will take place at the -- - Station at three o'clock on the 30th inst., if this time and place will be convenient to you.
"Yours faithfully, "Jabez Inglewood.
"Secretary, Great Northern and Southern Railway Co." There never had been a prouder moment in the lives of the three children.