“Mrs. Bascombe says nice girls don’t meet men in the woods,” Binnie was saying.

“Yes, well, nice girls don’t spy on people either,” Eileen said. “And they don’t skip school.”

“Teacher sent us ’ome,” Binnie said. “Alf took ill. ’Is ’ead’s dreadful hot.”

Alf attempted to look ill. “You ain’t leavin’, are you, Eileen?” he asked plaintively.

“No,” she said. Unfortunately. “Theodore is.”

Mistake. Theodore immediately piped up, “I want-”

“You will,” she said, “as soon as the train comes.”

“It ain’t comin’,” Alf said. “Anyway, yestiddy it didn’t.”

“How do you know?” Eileen demanded, but she already knew the answer: They’d skipped school yesterday, too. She marched over to the office and hammered on the door. “Is it true the passenger train sometimes doesn’t come at all?” she said as soon as Mr. Tooley opened the door.

“It-what are you two doin’ here? If I catch you Hodbins again-” He raised his fist threateningly, but Binnie and Alf had already darted down the platform, jumped off the end, and disappeared. “You tell them two to stop throwing rocks at the train, or I’ll have ’em up on charges,” he shouted, his face red. “Criminals! They’ll end up in Wandsworth.”

Eileen was inclined to agree with him, but she couldn’t let herself be sidetracked. “Is it true the train didn’t come at all yesterday?”

He nodded reluctantly. “Trouble on the line, but they’ll likely have fixed it by now.”

“But you don’t know for certain?”

“No. You tell them two I’ll set the constable on ’em if they come round here again.” He stomped back into the office.