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The old gentleman.
Fatherwillpayyou,orifhehaslostallhismoney,oranything,Peterwillpayyouwhenheisaman.Wepromiseitonourhoner.I.O.U.forallthethingsMotherwants.
"sinedPeter.
"WillyougivetheparseltotheStationMaster,becauseofusnotknowingwhattrainyoucomedownby?SayitisforPeterthatwassorryaboutthecoalsandhewillknowallright.
"Roberta.
"Phyllis.
"Peter."
ThencamethelistofthingstheDoctorhadordered.
Theoldgentlemanreaditthroughonce,andhiseyebrowswentup.Hereadittwiceandsmiledalittle.Whenhehadreaditthrice,heputitinhispocketandwentonreadingTheTimes.
Ataboutsixthateveningtherewasaknockatthebackdoor.Thethreechildrenrushedtoopenit,andtherestoodthefriendlyPorter,whohadtoldthemsomanyinterestingthingsaboutrailways.Hedumpeddownabighamperonthekitchenflags.
"Oldgent,"hesaid;"heaskedmetofetchitupstraightaway."
"Thankyouverymuch,"saidPeter,andthen,asthePorterlingered,headded:—
"I’mmostawfullysorryIhaven’tgottwopencetogiveyoulikeFatherdoes,but—"
"Youdropitifyouplease,"saidthePorter,indignantly."Iwasn’tthinkingaboutnotuppences.
