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and Bobbie got near to Peter. All three had been TAUGHT French at school. How deeply they now
wished that they had LEARNED it! Peter shook his head at the stranger, but he also shook his hands as
warmly and looked at him as kindly as he could. A person in the crowd, after some hesitation, said
suddenly, "No comprenny!" and then, blushing deeply, backed out of the press and went away.
"Take him into your room," whispered Bobbie to the Station Master. "Mother can talk French. She'll
be here by the next train from Maidbridge."
The Station Master took the arm of the stranger, suddenly but not unkindly. But the man wrenched
his arm away, and cowered back coughing and trembling and trying to push the Station Master away.
"Oh, don't!" said Bobbie; "don't you see how frightened he is? He thinks you're going to shut him up.
I know he does--look at his eyes!"
"They're like a fox's eyes when the beast's in a trap," said the farmer.
"Oh, let me try!" Bobbie went on; "I do really know one or two French words if I could only think of
them."
Sometimes, in moments of great need, we can do wonderful things-- things that in ordinary life we
could hardly even dream of doing. Bobbie had never been anywhere near the top of her French class,
but she must have learned something without knowing it, for now, looking at those wild, hunted eyes, she
actually remembered and, what is more, spoke, some French words. She said:--
"Vous attendre. Ma mere parlez Francais. Nous--what's the French for 'being kind'?"
Nobody knew.
"Bong is 'good,'" said Phyllis.
"Nous etre bong pour vous."
I do not know whether the man understood her words, but he understood the touch of the hand she
thrust into his, and the kindness of the other hand that stroked his shabby sleeve.
She pulled him gently towards the inmost sanctuary of the Station Master. The other children
followed, and the Station Master shut the door in the face of the crowd, which stood a little while in the
booking office talking and looking at the fast closed yellow door, and then by ones and twos went its
way, grumbling.
Inside the Station Master's room Bobbie still held the stranger's hand and stroked his sleeve.
"Here's a go," said the Station Master; "no ticket--doesn't even know where he wants to go. I'm not
sure now but what I ought to send for the police."
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"Oh, DON'T!" all the children pleaded at once. And suddenly Bobbie got between the others and the
stranger, for she had seen that he was crying.
By a most unusual piece of good fortune she had a handkerchief in her pocket. By a still more
uncommon accident the handkerchief was moderately clean. Standing in front of the stranger, she got out
the handkerchief and passed it to him so that the others did not see.
"Wait till Mother comes," Phyllis was saying; "she does speak French beautifully. You'd just love to
hear her."
"I'm sure he hasn't done anything like you're sent to prison for," said Peter.
"Looks like without visible means to me," said the Station Master. "Well, I don't mind giving him the
benefit of the doubt till your Mamma comes. I SHOULD like to know what nation's got the credit of
HIM, that I should."
Then Peter had an idea. He pulled an envelope out of his pocket, and showed that it was half full of
foreign stamps.
"Look here," he said, "let's show him these--"
Bobbie looked and saw that the stranger had dried his eyes with her handkerchief. So she said: "All
right."
They showed him an Italian stamp, and pointed from him to it and back again, and made signs of
question with their eyebrows. He shook his head. Then they showed him a Norwegian stamp--the
common blue kind it was--and again he signed No. Then they showed him a Spanish one, and at that he
took the envelope from Peter's hand and searched among the stamps with a hand that trembled. The
hand that he reached out at last, with a gesture as of one answering a question, contained a RUSSIAN
stamp.
"He's Russian," cried Peter, "or else he's like 'the man who was'-- in Kipling, you know."
The train from Maidbridge was signalled.
"I'll stay with him till you bring Mother in," said Bobbie.
"You're not afraid, Missie?"
"Oh, no," said Bobbie, looking at the stranger, as she might have looked at a strange dog of doubtful
temper. "You wouldn't hurt me, would you?"
She smiled at him, and he smiled back, a queer crooked smile. And then he coughed again. And the
heavy rattling swish of the incoming train swept past, and the Station Master and Peter and Phyllis went
out to meet it. Bobbie was still holding the stranger's hand when they came back with Mother.
The Russian rose and bowed very ceremoniously.
Then Mother spoke in French, and he replied, haltingly at first, but presently in longer and longer
sentences.
The children, watching his face and Mother's, knew that he was telling her things that made her angry
and pitying, and sorry and indignant all at once.
"Well, Mum, what's it all about?" The Station Master could not restrain his curiosity any longer.
"Oh," said Mother, "it's all right. He's a Russian, and he's lost his ticket. And I'm afraid he's very ill. If
you don't mind, I'll take him home with me now. He's really quite worn out. I'll run down and tell you all
about him to-morrow."
"I hope you won't find you're taking home a frozen viper," said the Station Master, doubtfully.
"Oh, no," Mother said brightly, and she smiled; "I'm quite sure I'm not. Why, he's a great man in his
own country, writes books-- beautiful books--I've read some of them; but I'll tell you all about it
to-morrow."
She spoke again in French to the Russian, and everyone could see the surprise and pleasure and
gratitude in his eyes. He got up and politely bowed to the Station Master, and offered his arm most
ceremoniously to Mother. She took it, but anybody could have seen that she was helping him along, and
not he her.
"You girls run home and light a fire in the sitting-room," Mother said, "and Peter had better go for the
Doctor."
But it was Bobbie who went for the Doctor.
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"I hate to tell you," she said breathlessly when she came upon him in his shirt sleeves, weeding his
pansy-bed, "but Mother's got a very shabby Russian, and I'm sure he'll have to belong to your Club. I'm
certain he hasn't got any money. We found him at the station."
"Found him! Was he lost, then?" asked the Doctor, reaching for his coat.
"Yes," said Bobbie, unexpectedly, "that's just what he was. He's been telling Mother the sad, sweet
story of his life in French; and she said would you be kind enough to come directly if you were at home.
He has a dreadful cough, and he's been crying."
The Doctor smiled.
"Oh, don't," said Bobbie; "please don't. You wouldn't if you'd seen him. I never saw a man cry
before. You don't know what it's like."
Dr. Forrest wished then that he hadn't smiled.
When Bobbie and the Doctor got to Three Chimneys, the Russian was sitting in the arm-chair that
had been Father's, stretching his feet to the blaze of a bright wood fire, and sipping the tea Mother had
made him.
"The man seems worn out, mind and body," was what the Doctor said; "the cough's bad, but there's
nothing that can't be cured. He ought to go straight to bed, though--and let him have a fire at night."
"I'll make one in my room; it's the only one with a fireplace," said Mother. She did, and presently the
Doctor helped the stranger to bed.
There was a big black trunk in Mother's room that none of the children had ever seen unlocked.
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