Dick, Marjorie and Fidge Part 22

"I seed some smoke awhile ago, over yonder," said the Porter, "and I thought maybe 'tmight be th' train, but like as not it isn't."

"Then we have had this long run for nothing," complained the Dodo, breathlessly.

"Calm yourself, my dear Sir," said the Doctor, patting him on the back; "excitement of any kind is very bad for you. We will wait here quietly till the train does come."

"But isn't there a time-table?" asked d.i.c.k, "so that we can tell when to expect it."

"No, Sir," said the Porter. "There was a time-table when I fust come here, nine years ago; but it got lost somehow, and we've never had another."

By this time the platform was crowded with a number of other animals, who had apparently come to join the excursion.

"We had better get our tents before they are all gone," whispered the Palaeotherium.

"Ah, yes, of course," said the Eteraedarium. "Er--Porter, just bring us some tents, will you?"

"Tents?" exclaimed the children.

"Yes; if we are to stay here till the train starts we shall find it very awkward at night without tents, you know."

"Oh, yes, tents by all means," said the Archaeopteryx. "I think five will be sufficient," he added.

[Ill.u.s.tration: "The Dodo contented himself with fussing about and giving directions."]

The Porter grumbled a little, and then brought forth from somewhere a number of poles and some canvas tents, and these the creatures began solemnly to erect on various parts of the platform.

The Dodo excused himself from a.s.sisting, on the plea that he might soil his gloves, and contented himself with fussing about and giving directions in a loud voice.

While the tents were being erected, the children amused themselves by exploring their surroundings.

"Oh! there's a refreshment room!" exclaimed Marjorie, pointing to a hole in the wall, on the ledge of which were displayed a few doubtful-looking articles.

"Shall I join you in a little light repast?" said an insinuating voice behind them, and turning around, they beheld the Dodo smoothing his glove and smirking ingratiatingly.

d.i.c.k felt in his pocket, and was delighted to find that he had a two-s.h.i.+lling-piece tucked away in a corner.

"Yes, we might as well have something," he said, generously. "I wonder who attends to this department? There doesn't seem to be anybody about."

He knocked at the wall with his two-s.h.i.+lling-piece, and, suddenly, an elderly lady, with a very sharp face and a shrill voice, popped her head up and exclaimed, "Well! what do _you_ want?"

d.i.c.k was startled by her sudden appearance, and stammered a little.

"Er--er--a----" he began.

"A gla.s.s bun and a bath of milk, please," prompted the Dodo.

"No; he means a bath bun and a gla.s.s of milk," laughed Marjorie, smiling up at the lady's face.

There was no smile in response, however, and she replied, crossly, "Why doesn't he say what he means, then? We've no bath buns, and no milk,"

she went on. "There's a currant bun, a box of chocolates, and a bottle of gingerbeer. You can take them or leave them, whichever you like."

"Er--how much is the bun, please?" inquired d.i.c.k.

"s.h.i.+lling," snapped the waitress.

"Dear me! that's rather expensive, isn't it?" said d.i.c.k, regarding his two-s.h.i.+lling-piece ruefully. "And I'm afraid it looks a little stale, too."

"Well, I never!" said the waitress, tossing her head scornfully, and shaking back her little corkscrew curls. "What next, I wonder? That bun has been here on and off for seventeen years, and I never had a complaint about it before. Stale, indeed!" And she sniffed scornfully.

"Perhaps we had better try the chocolate," suggested Marjorie. "Can you tell us, please, how many pieces there are in the box?" she asked.

"No, I can't!" was the ungracious reply. "It's half-a-crown," she added.

That, of course, put it out of the question, and as the gingerbeer bottle turned out to be empty, the contents having evaporated some years since, the children were obliged to turn, somewhat disconsolately, away from the "refreshment room," and as they left they heard the waitress complaining, crossly--

"I can't think what people want to come bothering for refreshments for, when I am busy reading; some folks have _no_ consideration for others."

And she disappeared as mysteriously as she had arrived.

A little further down the platform, to their great delight, they discovered an automatic machine, but were greatly disappointed to find that it only professed to supply "furniture polish," "tin tacks," and "postage stamps."

"And as we have no post-office here at all," said the Archaeopteryx, who had by this time joined them, "the stamps are of no use whatever.

Fortunately," he went on, "the Palaeotherium brought some banana sandwiches in his carpet bag; so, if you come back with me to his tent, we can have a little supper before we go to bed."

The children very gratefully accepted the invitation, and were delighted on entering the tent to find that the Eteraedarium and the Palaeotherium had arranged quite a dainty little repast with the sandwiches, some fresh fruit, and cocoanut milk, which was served in the sh.e.l.l.

While the feast was progressing it began to grow quite dark, and the Dodo suggested asking the Porter for a light.

"There's only one candle," grumbled that individual, "and I be obligated to use that for the signal."

So there was nothing to be done but to hurry over the supper as soon as possible, and go to rest.

Marjorie and Fidge shared a little tent next to the Dodo and d.i.c.k, and the children made themselves as comfortable as they could, under the circ.u.mstances, with some cus.h.i.+ons and rugs, with which the Porter had provided them; and, after chatting for a little while about their strange adventures, dropped off to sleep.

They were awakened after an hour or two by the clanging of a huge bell, and, hastily putting their heads out of the tent, beheld the Porter rus.h.i.+ng up and down the platform, ringing his bell violently. The candle was flaring away at the top of the signal pole, and the children jumped to the conclusion that the train had been signaled.

"What's up!" called out d.i.c.k, as the Porter approached.

There was no answer, and the great bell was plied more vigorously than ever.

"Oh! _do_ leave off!" screamed the Dodo. "What's the bell for?"

"To keep you awake," shouted the Porter. "I shall keep on ringing this bell all night to prevent you from going to sleep, in case the train comes in and you don't hear it."

"But the noise will drive us mad," expostulated the Dodo.

[Ill.u.s.tration: "'Oh! Do leave off!' screamed the Dodo."]

"H'm! won't have far to drive you, then," said the Porter, rudely.

"Howsomedever, I'm going to do my duty, whatever happens, and this 'ere bell I'm going to ring if I drops."