they presently got to know that the proof was long slips of paper with the story printed on them.
Whenever an Editor was sensible, there were buns for tea.
One day Peter was going down to the village to get buns to celebrate the sensibleness of the Editor of the Children's Globe, when he met the Station Master.
Peter felt very uncomfortable, for he had now had time to think over the affair of the coal-mine. He did not like to say "Good morning" to the Station Master, as you usually do to any one you meet on a lonely country road, because he had a hot feeling, which spread even to his ears, that the Station Master might not care to speak to a person who had stolen coals. "Stolen" is a nasty word, but Peter felt it was the right one. So he looked down, and said Nothing.
It was the Station Master who said, "Good morning," as he passed by. And Peter answered, "Good morning." Then he thought.
"Perhaps he doesn't know who I am by daylight, or he wouldn't be so polite."
And he did not like the feeling which thinking this gave him. And then before he knew what he was going to do he ran after the Station
