'Daddy! daddy! daddy!' That was what Bobbie had said before she fainted. Just that - twice over.

'Oh, my Daddy, my Daddy!' That scream went like a knife into the heart of everyone in the train.

'You don’t think we’re so very poor, do you, Mother?'

'It’s not so much what you do, as what you mean when you do it,'

'But it’s what you mean that’s the real thing,'

'When you’re quite sure that you can’t do anything, then it’s time to ask the angels to help you.'

'But it was us that really did it, wasn't it?'

'You said yourself we could only do it if we were afraid,'

'What’s become of your manners? Not even a word of thanks.'

'Thank you' isn’t much to say, but it’s something.'

'It's a lot of rot about not remembering things. We shall remember everything always.'

'We was helping to mend it, with half-crowns.'

'I asked the angels to be extra good and kind to us today.'

The Railway Children