Bessie gulped and Robert whistled.
"Your cottage will do for a goods' station. I shall build a platform round it, put up a crane—"
"What about the street?" cried Robert.
"I shall divert that, if necessary. If I find the church is in my way, it must come down."
"But you won't start till Miss Sophy dies. Mrs. Drake said nothing wur to happen till Miss Sophy died," said Bessie.
"We can't possibly wait for her. We have got to make progress," replied George firmly.
"What about Mr. Percy?" asked the crafty Robert.
"What has he got to do with our affairs?"
"Ain't he to have the house and garden?"
"The whole of this property belongs to me, and Miss Sophy is my tenant," replied the far more crafty George; for this was the question he had been leading up to.