before.

It was a hilly country. Down below they could see the line of the
railway, and the black yawning mouth of a tunnel. The station was
out of sight. There was a great bridge with tall arches running
across one end of the valley.

"Never mind the garden," said Peter; "let's go down and look at the
railway. There might be trains passing."

"We can see them from here," said Roberta, slowly; "let's sit down a
bit."

So they all sat down on a great flat grey stone that had pushed
itself up out of the grass; it was one of many that lay about on the
hillside, and when Mother came out to look for them at eight
o'clock, she found them deeply asleep in a contented, sun-warmed
bunch.

They had made an excellent fire, and had set the kettle on it at
about half-past five. So that by eight the fire had been out for
some time, the water had all boiled away, and the bottom was burned
out of the kettle. Also they had not thought of washing the
crockery before they set the table.

"But it doesn't matter--the cups and saucers, I mean," said Mother.
"Because I've found another room--I'd quite forgotten there was one.
And it's magic! And I've boiled the water for tea in a saucepan."

The forgotten room opened out of the kitchen. In the agitation and