And we saw them off and waved till the train was quite out of sight.

Then we started to walk home.

Daisy was tired so Oswald carried her home on his back.

When we got home she said-- 'I do like you, Oswald.' She is not a bad little kid; and Oswald felt it was his duty to be nice to her because she was a visitor.

Then we looked all over everything.
It was a glorious place.