down the canal that we were the real, right sort, and they were to treat us like good pals, as we were."
"So then I said," Phyllis interrupted, "we'd always each wear a red ribbon when we went fishing by the canal, so they'd know it was Us, and we were the real, right sort, and be nice to us!"
"So you've made another lot of friends," said Mother; "first the railway and then the canal!"
"Oh, yes," said Bobbie; "I think every one in the world is friends if you can only get them to see you don't want to be un-friends."
"Perhaps you're right," said Mother; and she sighed. 'Come, Chicks. It's high Bed-time."
"Yes," said Phyllis. "O dear—and we went up there to talk about what we'd do for Perks's birthday. And we haven't talked a single thing about it!"
"No more we have," said Bobbie; "but Peter's saved Reginald Horace's life. I think that's about good enough for one evening."
"Bobbie would have saved him if I hadn't knocked her down; twice I did," said Peter, loyally.
