but only to save the train, but we are glad you think so and thank you very much. The time and place you say will be quite convenient to us. Thank you very much.

Then came the name, and after it:—

"P.S. Thank you very much."

"Washing is much easier than ironing," said Bobbie, taking the clean dry dresses off the line.

"I do love to see things come clean. Oh—I don't know how we shall wait till it's time to know what presentation they're going to present!"

When at last—it seemed a very long time after,—it was the day, the three children went down to the station at the Proper time. And everything that happened was so odd that it seemed like a dream. The Station Master came out to meet them—in his best clothes, as Peter noticed at once—and led them into the waiting room where once they had played the advertisement game. It looked quite different now. A carpet had been put down—and there were pots of roses on the mantlepiece and on the window ledges—green branches stuck up, like holly and