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The Railway Children

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I see Father walking in the garden, waiting--waiting. He is looking
at the flowers, and each flower is a miracle to eyes that all these
months of Spring and Summer have seen only flagstones and gravel and
a little grudging grass. But his eyes keep turning towards the
house. And presently he leaves the garden and goes to stand outside
the nearest door. It is the back door, and across the yard the
swallows are circling. They are getting ready to fly away from cold
winds and keen frost to the land where it is always summer. They
are the same swallows that the children built the little clay nests
for.

Now the house door opens. Bobbie's voice calls:--

"Come in, Daddy; come in!"

He goes in and the door is shut. I think we will not open the door
or follow him. I think that just now we are not wanted there. I
think it will be best for us to go quickly and quietly away. At the
end of the field, among the thin gold spikes of grass and the
harebells and Gipsy roses and St. John's Wort, we may just take one
last look, over our shoulders, at the white house where neither we
nor anyone else is wanted now.

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