Blackout. Part 2

"Mrs. Bas...o...b.. says nice girls don't meet men in the woods," Binnie was saying.

"Yes, well, nice girls don't spy on people either," Eileen said. "And they don't skip school."

"Teacher sent us 'ome," Binnie said. "Alf took ill. 'Is 'ead's dreadful hot."

Alf attempted to look ill. "You ain't leavin', are you, Eileen?" he asked plaintively.

"No," she said. Unfortunately Unfortunately. "Theodore is."

Mistake. Theodore immediately piped up, "I want-"

"You will," she said, "as soon as the train comes."

"It ain't comin'," Alf said. "Anyway, yestiddy it didn't."

"How do you know?" Eileen demanded, but she already knew the answer: They'd skipped school yesterday, too. She marched over to the office and hammered on the door. "Is it true the pa.s.senger train sometimes doesn't come at all?" she said as soon as Mr. Tooley opened the door.

"It-what are you two doin' here? If I catch you Hodbins again-" He raised his fist threateningly, but Binnie and Alf had already darted down the platform, jumped off the end, and disappeared. "You tell them two to stop throwing rocks at the train, or I'll have 'em up on charges," he shouted, his face red. "Criminals! They'll end up in Wandsworth."

Eileen was inclined to agree with him, but she couldn't let herself be sidetracked. "Is it true the train didn't come at all yesterday?"

He nodded reluctantly. "Trouble on the line, but they'll likely have fixed it by now."

"But you don't know for certain?"

"No. You tell them two I'll set the constable on 'em if they come round here again." He stomped back into the office.

Oh, dear. They couldn't stay here all night, not knowing whether the train would come or not. Theodore's face was already pinched with cold, and with the blackout, station lights weren't allowed. If the train came after dark, it might not even see them waiting and wouldn't stop. She'd have to take him all the way back to the manor and try again tomorrow. But his ticket was for today, and she had no way to get in touch with his mother and tell her he wasn't coming. She peered anxiously down the track, looking for a glimpse of smoke above the bare trees.

"I'll wager the line was out 'cause there was a train wreck," Binnie said, appearing from behind a pile of sleepers.

"I'll wager a jerry plane flew over and dropped a bomb and the whole train blew up," Alf said. They clambered up onto the platform. "Boom! Arms and legs everywhere! And 'eads!" wager a jerry plane flew over and dropped a bomb and the whole train blew up," Alf said. They clambered up onto the platform. "Boom! Arms and legs everywhere! And 'eads!"

"That's enough of that," Eileen said. "You two go back to school."

"We can't," Binnie protested. "I told you, Alf's got a fever. His 'ead's-"

Eileen clapped her hand to Alf's perfectly cool forehead. "He hasn't any fever. Now go."

"We can't," Alf said. "School's let out."

"Then go home."

At the word, Theodore's face puckered up. "Here, let's put your mittens on," Eileen said hastily, kneeling in front of him. "Did you ride on a train when you came to Backbury, Theodore?" she asked to distract him.

"We come on a bus," Binnie said. "Alf was sick all over the driver's shoes." come on a bus," Binnie said. "Alf was sick all over the driver's shoes."

"You get your 'ead cut off on a train if you stick it out the window," Alf said.

"Come along, Theodore," Eileen said. "Let's go stand out by the edge where we can see the train coming."

"A girl I know stood too close to the edge and fell onto the tracks," Binnie said, "and a train run right over her. Sliced her right in 'alf."

"Alf, Binnie, I don't want to hear another word about trains," Eileen said.

"Not even if it's comin'?" Binnie said and pointed down the tracks. The train was indeed bearing down on them, its ma.s.sive engine wreathed in steam.

Thank goodness. "Here's your train, Theodore," Eileen said, kneeling to b.u.t.ton his coat. She hung his gas-mask box around his neck. "Your name and address and destination are on this paper." She tucked it in his pocket. "When you get to Euston, don't leave the platform. Your mother will come out to the train to fetch you."

"What if she ain't there?" Binnie asked.

"What if she got killed on the way?" Alf said.

Binnie nodded. "Right. What if a bomb blew 'er up?"

"Don't listen to them," Eileen said, thinking, Why can't it be the Hodbins I'm sending home? Why can't it be the Hodbins I'm sending home? "They're teasing you, Theodore. There aren't any bombs in London." Yet. "They're teasing you, Theodore. There aren't any bombs in London." Yet.

"Why'd they send us 'ere then?" Alf said, "'Cept to get us away from the bombs?" He stuck his face in Theodore's. "If you go 'ome, a bomb'll prob'ly get you." get you."

"Or mustard gas," Binnie said, clutching her throat and pretending to choke.

Theodore looked up at Eileen. "I want to go home."

"I don't blame you," Eileen said. She picked up his suitcase and walked him over to the slowing train. It was full of soldiers. They peered around the blackout curtains in the compartments, waving and grinning, and jammed the platforms at both ends of the cars, some of them half hanging out over the steps. "Come to see us off to the war, ducks?" one of them called to Eileen as the car slowed to a whoos.h.i.+ng halt in front of her. "Come to kiss us goodbye?"

Oh, dear, I hope this isn't a troop train. "Is this the pa.s.senger train to London?" she asked hopefully.

"It is," the soldier said. "Hop aboard, luv." He leaned down, one hand extended, the other clutching the side railing.

"We'll take good good care of you," a beefy, red-faced soldier next to him said. "Won't we, boys?" and there was an answering chorus of hoots and whistles. care of you," a beefy, red-faced soldier next to him said. "Won't we, boys?" and there was an answering chorus of hoots and whistles.

"I'm not taking the train. This little boy is," she said to the first soldier. "I need to speak to the guard. Can you fetch him for me?"

"Through that mob?" he said, looking back into the car. "Nothing could get through that."

Oh, dear. "This little boy must get to London," she said. "Can you see that he arrives there safely? His mother will be at the station to meet him."

He nodded. "Are you certain you don't want to come as well, luv?"

"Here's his ticket," she said, pa.s.sing it up to him. "His address is in his pocket. His name's Theodore Willett." She handed the suitcase up. "All right, Theodore, up you go. This nice soldier will take care of you."

"No!" Theodore shouted, turning and launching himself into her arms. "I don't want want to go home." to go home."

She staggered under his weight. "Of course you do, Theodore. You mustn't listen to Alf and Binnie, they were only trying to frighten you. Here, I'll climb up the steps with you," she said, trying to set him on the bottom rung, but he grabbed her around the neck.

"No! I'll miss miss you." you."

"I'll miss you, too," she said, trying to loosen his grip. "But just think, your mum will be there, and your own nice bed and toys. Remember how much you've been wanting to go home?"

"No." He buried his head in her shoulder. He buried his head in her shoulder.

"Whyn't you just toss 'im onto the train?" Alf suggested helpfully.

"No!" Theodore sobbed.

"Alf," Eileen said. "How would Eileen said. "How would you you like to be tossed into the middle of a lot of people you didn't know to fend for yourself?" like to be tossed into the middle of a lot of people you didn't know to fend for yourself?"

"I'd like it fine. I'd make 'em buy me sweets."

I'll wager you would, Eileen thought. But Theodore's not as tough as you But Theodore's not as tough as you. And, at any rate, she couldn't toss him. His hands were locked around her neck. "No!" he shrieked, as she tried to pry his fingers loose. "I want you to go with me!"

"I can't, Theodore. I haven't a ticket." And the soldier who'd taken Theodore's suitcase had disappeared into the car to stow it, and there was no way to get it or the ticket back. "Theodore, I'm afraid you must must get on the train." get on the train."

"No!" he screamed, right in her ear, and tightened his grip around her neck, nearly strangling her.

"Theodore-"

"There, that's no way to carry on, Theodore," a man's voice said, nearly in her ear, and Theodore was abruptly off her neck and in his arms. It was the vicar, Mr. Goode. "Of course you don't want to go, Theodore," he said, "but in a war we must all do things we don't want to do. You must be a brave soldier, and-"

"I'm not not a soldier," Theodore said, aiming a kick at the vicar's groin, which he deflected neatly by grabbing Theodore's foot. a soldier," Theodore said, aiming a kick at the vicar's groin, which he deflected neatly by grabbing Theodore's foot.

"Yes, you are. When there's a war, everyone's a soldier."

"You're not," Theodore said rudely. not," Theodore said rudely.

"Yes, I am. I'm a captain in the Home Guard."

"Well, she's she's not," Theodore said, pointing at Eileen. not," Theodore said, pointing at Eileen.

"Of course she is. She's the major-general in charge of evacuees." He saluted her smartly.

He'll never buy it, Eileen thought. Nice try, Vicar Nice try, Vicar, but Theodore was asking, "What sort of soldier am I?"

"A sergeant," the vicar said. "In charge of going on the train." There was a whoosh of steam, and the train gave a lurch. "Time to go, Sergeant," he said, and handed him up into the arms of the red-faced soldier. "I'm counting on you to see that he reaches his mother, soldier," the vicar said to him.

"I will, Vicar," the soldier promised.

"I'm a soldier, too," Theodore informed the soldier. "A sergeant, so you must salute me."

"Is that so?" the soldier said, smiling.

The train began to move. "Thank you," Eileen called over the clank of the wheels. "Goodbye, Theodore!" She waved to him, but he was talking animatedly to the soldier. She turned to the vicar. "You're a miracle worker. I could never have got him off by myself. Thank goodness you happened to be pa.s.sing."

"Actually, I was looking for the Hodbins. I don't suppose you've seen them?"

That explained why they'd vanished. "What have they done now?"

"Put a snake in the schoolmistress's gas mask," he said, walking out to the edge of the platform and looking over it. "If you should happen to see them-"

"I'll see that they apologize." She raised her voice in case they were under the platform. "And "And that they're punished." that they're punished."

"Oh, I shouldn't be too hard on them," he said. "No doubt it's difficult for them, being s.h.i.+pped off to a strange place, so far from home. Still, I'd best go find them before they burn down Backbury." He took another searching look over the edge of the platform and left.

Eileen half expected Alf and Binnie to reappear as soon as he was out of sight, but they didn't. She hoped Theodore would be all right. What if his mother wasn't there to meet him, and the soldiers left him alone at the station? "I should have gone with him," she murmured.

"Then who'd take care of us us?" Alf said, appearing out of nowhere.

"The vicar says you put a snake in your schoolmistress's gas mask."

"I never did."

"I'll wager it crawled in there by itself," Binnie said, popping up. "P'raps it thought it smelt poison gas."

"You ain't gonna tell Mrs. Bas...o...b.., are you?" Alf asked. "She'll send us to bed without our supper, and I ain't 'alf starved."

"Yes, well, you should have thought of that," Eileen said. "Now, come along."

They both stood stubbornly still. "We 'eard you talkin' to them soldiers," Alf said.

"Mrs. Bas...o...b.. says nice girls don't talk to soldiers," Binnie said. "We won't tell if you you don't tell 'er what we done." don't tell 'er what we done."

They've both long since grown up and been sent to prison, Eileen told herself. Or the gallows Or the gallows. She looked around, half hoping the vicar would reappear to rescue her and then said, "March. Now. It will be dark soon."

"It's already dark," Alf said.

It was. While she'd been wrestling Theodore onto the train and talking to the vicar, the last of the afternoon light had faded, and it was nearly an hour's walk to the manor, most of it through the woods. "'Ow'll we find our way 'ome in the dark?" Binnie asked. "Ain't you got a pocket torch?"

"They ain't allowed allowed, you noddlehead," Alf said. "The jerries'll see the light and drop a bomb on you. Boom!"

"I know where the vicar keeps 'is torch," Binnie said.

"We are not not adding burglary to your list of crimes," Eileen said. "We won't need a torch if we walk quickly." She took hold of Alf's sleeve and Binnie's coat and propelled them past the vicarage and through the village. adding burglary to your list of crimes," Eileen said. "We won't need a torch if we walk quickly." She took hold of Alf's sleeve and Binnie's coat and propelled them past the vicarage and through the village.

"Mr. Rudman says jerries 'ide in the woods at night," Alf said. "'E says 'e found a parachute in 'is pasture. 'E says the jerries murder murder children." children."

They'd reached the end of the village. The lane to the manor stretched ahead, already dark. "Do they?" Binnie asked. "Murder children?"

Yes, Eileen thought, thinking of the children in Warsaw, in Auschwitz. "There aren't any Germans in the woods."

"There is so," Alf said. "You can't see 'em 'cause they're 'idin', waitin' for the invasion. Mr. Rudman says 'Itler's goin' to invade on Christmas Day."

Binnie nodded. "During the King's speech, when no one's expectin' it, 'cause they'll all be too busy laughin' at the King st-st-stammerin'."

And before Eileen could reprove her for being disrespectful, Alf said, "No, 'e ain't. 'E's goin' to invade tonight." He pointed at the trees. "The jerries'll jump outa the woods"-he lunged at Binnie-"and stab us with their bayonets!" He demonstrated, and Binnie began kicking him.

Four months, Eileen thought, separating them. I only have to put up with them for four more months I only have to put up with them for four more months. "No one's going to invade," she said firmly, "tonight or any other night."

"'Ow do you know?" Alf demanded.