pyjamas, ready for bed. Martin's hand moved the engine across the floor. They came into the stripe of sunset.
"Wait a minute!" cried Janet. "Here's one of the passengers."
"Put him in," said Martin. "And then the train goes round a sharp curve and smashes into a lot of people, bing!"
"Quick, I'll telephone for a nambulance. You adbretized Perfect Safety on this railroad. It said so in your booklet."
"Well, if people will sit down for a Picnic right on the main line"
"Goodness, what a nasinine thing to do."
"They were using the hot rails to fry their bacon on."
"Here's the doctor. Are there any children hurt?"
"Children all safe," said Martin, looking carefully through the wreckage. "A lot of grown-ups badly damaged."
"Here's the pistol. Put them out of their misery."
"Bang-bang-bang!"
"They didn't suffer much. I'll go for the wrecking train."
