“Remember!
Brave and True;”
and before they had time to think what was going to happen, the bouquet shaped itself into a magnificent chariot, the three golden wheels set themselves one in front and one at each side, the pages sprang up behind, and gliding like a flash down the golden bower, the chariot was lost to view.
A SIGNAL SURPRISE.
The boys were just going to set off running after it, when a tremendous
WHEEEEEEUuuuuuu-UGH
sounded from an approaching train, the station bell rang close to their ears, and a gruff voice above them shouted, “Train for Whackbury, Flogland, Dunbrown, Sillybilly, and Blundertown.” Not that it sounded like this, for it was spoken precisely as on all railways at home, and sounded just
“Train frwabryflugglindenbrunnsilblunblurtun.”
EYE READY.
