Some books aren't meant for grown-ups to understand. Some books are just written for the innocent eyes of children and they may hold uncountable joys, invisible to anyone else. Some books doesn't reveal their dreamlike qualities to anyone above the age of 13. And this is one of those books.
Nesbit's plot it simple and delightful; perhaps not revolutionary but certainly wellwritten. The narrator of the story is very loud and reflective, and as a result the novel transport its readers back to the time of story-telling. Even if the story isn't actually read aloud, it still feels like it is.
It is hard for me to express a specific opinion of the story; it isn't meant for me as an audience, so why should I bother to criticize its predictability and neatness? Reading "The Railway Children" is like watching children play; it leaves me with sweet remembrance and thoughts of nostalgia.