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E. Nesbit

The Railway Children

Chapter I. The beginning of things

They were not railway children to begin with. I dont suppose they had ever thought about railways except as a means of getting to Maskelyne and Cooks, the Pantomime, Zoological Gardens, and Madame Tussauds. They were just ordinary suburban children, and they lived with their Father and Mother in an ordinary red-brick-fronted villa, with coloured glass in the front door, a tiled passage that was called a hall, a bath-room with hot and cold water, electric bells, French windows, and a good deal of white paint, and every modern convenience, as the house-agents say.

There were three of them. Roberta was the eldest. Of course, Mothers never have favourites, but if their Mother HAD had a favourite, it might have been Roberta. Next came Peter, who wished to be an Engineer when he grew up; and the youngest was Phyllis, who meant extremely well.

Mother did not spend all her time in paying dull calls to dull ladies, and sitting dully at home waiting for dull ladies to pay calls to her. She was almost always there, ready to play with the children, and read to them, and help them to do their home-lessons. Besides this she used to write stories for them while they were at school, and read them aloud after tea, and she always made up funny pieces of poetry for their birthdays and for other great occasions, such as the christening of the new kittens, or the refurnishing of the dolls house, or the time when they were getting over the mumps.

These three lucky children always had everything they needed: pretty clothes, good fires, a lovely nursery with heaps of toys, and a Mother Goose wall-paper. They had a kind and merry nursemaid, and a dog who was called James, and who was their very own. They also had a Father who was just perfectnever cross, never unjust, and always ready for a gameat least, if at any time he was NOT ready, he always had an excellent reason for it, and explained the reason to the children so interestingly and funnily that they felt sure he couldnt help himself.

You will think that they ought to have been very happy. And so they were, but they did not know HOW happy till the pretty life in the Red Villa was over and done with, and they had to live a very different life indeed.

The dreadful change came quite suddenly.

Peter had a birthdayhis tenth. Among his other presents was a model engine more perfect than you could ever have dreamed of. The other presents were full of charm, but the Engine was fuller of charm than any of the others were.

Its charm lasted in its full perfection for exactly three days. Then, owing either to Peters inexperience or Phylliss good intentions, which had been rather pressing, or to some other cause, the Engine suddenly went off with a bang. James was so frightened that he went out and did not come back all day. All the Noahs Ark people who were in the tender were broken to bits, but nothing else was hurt except the poor little engine and the feelings of Peter. The others said he cried over itbut of course boys of ten do not cry, however terrible the tragedies may be which darken their lot. He said that his eyes were red because he had a cold. This turned out to be true, though Peter did not know it was when he said it, the next day he had to go to bed and stay there. Mother began to be afraid that he might be sickening for measles, when suddenly he sat up in bed and said:

I hate gruelI hate barley waterI hate bread and milk. I want to get up and have something REAL to eat.

What would you like? Mother asked.

A pigeon-pie, said Peter, eagerly, a large pigeon-pie. A very large one.

So Mother asked the Cook to make a large pigeon-pie. The pie was made. And when the pie was made, it was cooked. And when it was cooked, Peter ate some of it. After that his cold was better. Mother made a piece of poetry to amuse him while the pie was being made. It began by saying what an unfortunate but worthy boy Peter was, then it went on:

Father had been away in the country for three or four days. All Peters hopes for the curing of his afflicted Engine were now fixed on his Father, for Father was most wonderfully clever with his fingers. He could mend all sorts of things. He had often acted as veterinary surgeon to the wooden rocking-horse; once he had saved its life when all human aid was despaired of, and the poor creature was given up for lost, and even the carpenter said he didnt see his way to do anything. And it was Father who mended the dolls cradle when no one else could; and with a little glue and some bits of wood and a pen-knife made all the Noahs Ark beasts as strong on their pins as ever they were, if not stronger.

Peter, with heroic unselfishness, did not say anything about his Engine till after Father had had his dinner and his after-dinner cigar. The unselfishness was Mothers ideabut it was Peter who carried it out. And needed a good deal of patience, too.

At last Mother said to Father, Now, dear, if youre quite rested, and quite comfy, we want to tell you about the great railway accident, and ask your advice.

All right, said Father, fire away!

So then Peter told the sad tale, and fetched what was left of the Engine.

Hum, said Father, when he had looked the Engine over very carefully.

The children held their breaths.

Is there NO hope? said Peter, in a low, unsteady voice.

Hope? Rather! Tons of it, said Father, cheerfully; but itll want something besides hopea bit of brazing say, or some solder, and a new valve. I think wed better keep it for a rainy day. In other words, Ill give up Saturday afternoon to it, and you shall all help me.

CAN girls help to mend engines? Peter asked doubtfully.

Of course they can. Girls are just as clever as boys, and dont you forget it! How would you like to be an engine-driver, Phil?

My face would be always dirty, wouldnt it? said Phyllis, in unenthusiastic tones, and I expect I should break something.

I should just love it, said Robertado you think I could when Im grown up, Daddy? Or even a stoker?

You mean a fireman, said Daddy, pulling and twisting at the engine. Well, if you still wish it, when youre grown up, well see about making you a fire-woman. I remember when I was a boy

Just then there was a knock at the front door.

Who on earth! said Father. An Englishmans house is his castle, of course, but I do wish they built semi-detached villas with moats and drawbridges.

Ruthshe was the parlour-maid and had red haircame in and said that two gentlemen wanted to see the master.

Ive shown them into the Library, Sir, said she.

I expect its the subscription to the Vicars testimonial, said Mother, or else its the choir holiday fund. Get rid of them quickly, dear. It does break up an evening so, and its nearly the childrens bedtime.

But Father did not seem to be able to get rid of the gentlemen at all quickly.

I wish we HAD got a moat and drawbridge, said Roberta; then, when we didnt want people, we could just pull up the drawbridge and no one else could get in. I expect Father will have forgotten about when he was a boy if they stay much longer.

Mother tried to make the time pass by telling them a new fairy story about a Princess with green eyes, but it was difficult because they could hear the voices of Father and the gentlemen in the Library, and Fathers voice sounded louder and different to the voice he generally used to people who came about testimonials and holiday funds.

Then the Library bell rang, and everyone heaved a breath of relief.

Theyre going now, said Phyllis; hes rung to have them shown out.

But instead of showing anybody out, Ruth showed herself in, and she looked queer, the children thought.

Pleasem, she said, the Master wants you to just step into the study. He looks like the dead, mum; I think hes had bad news. Youd best prepare yourself for the worst, mpraps its a death in the family or a bank busted or

Thatll do, Ruth, said Mother gently; you can go.

Then Mother went into the Library. There was more talking. Then the bell rang again, and Ruth fetched a cab. The children heard boots go out and down the steps. The cab drove away, and the front door shut. Then Mother came in. Her dear face was as white as her lace collar, and her eyes looked very big and shining. Her mouth looked like just a line of pale redher lips were thin and not their proper shape at all.

Its bedtime, she said. Ruth will put you to bed.

But you promised we should sit up late tonight because Fathers come home, said Phyllis.

Fathers been called awayon business, said Mother. Come, darlings, go at once.

They kissed her and went. Roberta lingered to give Mother an extra hug and to whisper:

It wasnt bad news, Mammy, was it? Is anyone deador

Nobodys deadno, said Mother, and she almost seemed to push Roberta away. I cant tell you anything tonight, my pet. Go, dear, go NOW.

So Roberta went.

Ruth brushed the girls hair and helped them to undress. (Mother almost always did this herself.) When she had turned down the gas and left them she found Peter, still dressed, waiting on the stairs.

I say, Ruth, whats up? he asked.

Dont ask me no questions and I wont tell you no lies, the red-headed Ruth replied. Youll know soon enough.

Late that night Mother came up and kissed all three children as they lay asleep. But Roberta was the only one whom the kiss woke, and she lay mousey-still, and said nothing.

If Mother doesnt want us to know shes been crying, she said to herself as she heard through the dark the catching of her Mothers breath, we WONT know it. Thats all.

When they came down to breakfast the next morning, Mother had already gone out.

To London, Ruth said, and left them to their breakfast.

Theres something awful the matter, said Peter, breaking his egg. Ruth told me last night we should know soon enough.

Did you ASK her? said Roberta, with scorn.

Yes, I did! said Peter, angrily. If you could go to bed without caring whether Mother was worried or not, I couldnt. So there.

I dont think we ought to ask the servants things Mother doesnt tell us, said Roberta.

Thats right, Miss Goody-goody, said Peter, preach away.

IM not goody, said Phyllis, but I think Bobbies right this time.

Of course. She always is. In her own opinion, said Peter.

Oh, DONT! cried Roberta, putting down her egg-spoon; dont lets be horrid to each other. Im sure some dire calamity is happening. Dont lets make it worse!

Who began, I should like to know? said Peter.

Roberta made an effort, and answered:

I did, I suppose, but

Well, then, said Peter, triumphantly. But before he went to school he thumped his sister between the shoulders and told her to cheer up.

The children came home to one oclock dinner, but Mother was not there. And she was not there at tea-time.

It was nearly seven before she came in, looking so ill and tired that the children felt they could not ask her any questions. She sank into an arm-chair. Phyllis took the long pins out of her hat, while Roberta took off her gloves, and Peter unfastened her walking-shoes and fetched her soft velvety slippers for her.

When she had had a cup of tea, and Roberta had put eau-de-Cologne on her poor head that ached, Mother said:

Now, my darlings, I want to tell you something. Those men last night did bring very bad news, and Father will be away for some time. I am very worried about it, and I want you all to help me, and not to make things harder for me.

As if we would! said Roberta, holding Mothers hand against her face.

You can help me very much, said Mother, by being good and happy and not quarrelling when Im awayRoberta and Peter exchanged guilty glancesfor I shall have to be away a good deal.

We wont quarrel. Indeed we wont, said everybody. And meant it, too.

Then, Mother went on, I want you not to ask me any questions about this trouble; and not to ask anybody else any questions.

Peter cringed and shuffled his boots on the carpet.

Youll promise this, too, wont you? said Mother.

I did ask Ruth, said Peter, suddenly. Im very sorry, but I did.

And what did she say?

She said I should know soon enough.

It isnt necessary for you to know anything about it, said Mother; its about business, and you never do understand business, do you?

No, said Roberta; is it something to do with Government? For Father was in a Government Office.

Yes, said Mother. Now its bed-time, my darlings. And dont YOU worry. Itll all come right in the end.

Then dont YOU worry either, Mother, said Phyllis, and well all be as good as gold.

Mother sighed and kissed them.

Well begin being good the first thing tomorrow morning, said Peter, as they went upstairs.

Why not NOW? said Roberta.

Theres nothing to be good ABOUT now, silly, said Peter.

We might begin to try to FEEL good, said Phyllis, and not call names.

Whos calling names? said Peter. Bobbie knows right enough that when I say silly, its just the same as if I said Bobbie.

WELL, said Roberta.

No, I dont mean what you mean. I mean its just awhat is it Father calls it?a germ of endearment! Good night.

The girls folded up their clothes with more than usual neatnesswhich was the only way of being good that they could think of.

I say, said Phyllis, smoothing out her pinafore, you used to say it was so dullnothing happening, like in books. Now something HAS happened.

I never wanted things to happen to make Mother unhappy, said Roberta. Everythings perfectly horrid.