So they went. And as they went Station Master and Porter and guards and driver and firemen 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'd all been killed!" said Phyllis, with enjoyment; "wouldn't it, Bobbie?"

"We never got any cherries, after all," said Bobbie.

The others thought her rather heartless.