To my dear son Paul Bland, behind whose knowledge of railways my ignorance confidently shelters....

They were not railway children to begin with. I don’t suppose they had ever thought about railways except as a means of getting to Maskelyne and Cook’s, the Pantomime, Zoological Gardens, and Madame T...

“What fun!” said Mother, in the dark, feeling for the matches on the table. “How frightened the poor mice were⁠—I don’t believe they were rats at all.” She struck a match and relighted the candle and ...

After the adventure of Peter’s coal-mine, it seemed well to the children to keep away from the station⁠—but they did not, they could not, keep away from the railway. They had lived all their lives in ...

What was left of the second sheet and the Brunswick black came in very nicely to make a banner bearing the legend She is nearly well thank you and this was displayed to the Green Dragon about a fortni...

It was one day when Mother had gone to Maidbridge. She had gone alone, but the children were to go to the station to meet her. And, loving the station as they did, it was only natural that they should...

The Russian gentleman was better the next day, and the day after that better still, and on the third day he was well enough to come into the garden. A basket chair was put for him and he sat there, dr...

I hope you don’t mind my telling you a good deal about Roberta. The fact is I am growing very fond of her. The more I observe her the more I love her. And I notice all sorts of things about her that I...

“That’s a likely little brooch you’ve got on, Miss,” said Perks the Porter; “I don’t know as ever I see a thing more like a buttercup without it was a buttercup.” “Yes,” said Bobbie, glad and flushed ...

It was breakfast-time. Mother’s face was very bright as she poured the milk and ladled out the porridge. “I’ve sold another story, Chickies,” she said; “the one about the King of the Mussels, so there...

When they first went to live at Three Chimneys, the children had talked a great deal about their father, and had asked a great many questions about him, and what he was doing and where he was and when...

Bobbie knew the secret now. A sheet of old newspaper wrapped round a parcel⁠—just a little chance like that⁠—had given the secret to her. And she had to go down to tea and pretend that there was nothi...

“Oh, look up! Speak to me! For my sake, speak!” The children said the words over and over again to the unconscious hound in a red jersey, who sat with closed eyes and pale face against the side of the...

Mother did not get back to her writing all that day, for the red-jerseyed hound whom the children had brought to Three Chimneys had to be put to bed. And then the Doctor came, and hurt him most horrib...

Life at the Three Chimneys was never quite the same again after the old gentleman came to see his grandson. Although they now knew his name, the children never spoke of him by it⁠—at any rate, when th...