Дети железной дороги
The beginning of things.
Thehousewaslikeafurniturewarehouse.Ithinkthechildrenenjoyeditverymuch.Motherwasverybusy,butnottoobusynowtotalktothem,andreadtothem,andeventomakeabitofpoetryforPhyllistocheerherupwhenshefelldownwithascrewdriverandranitintoherhand.
"Aren’tyougoingtopackthis,Mother?"Robertaasked,pointingtothebeautifulcabinetinlaidwithredturtleshellandbrass.
"Wecan’ttakeeverything,"saidMother.
"Butweseemtobetakingalltheuglythings,"saidRoberta.
"We’retakingtheusefulones,"saidMother;"we’vegottoplayatbeingPoorforabit,mychickabiddy."
Whenalltheuglyusefulthingshadbeenpackedupandtakenawayinavanbymeningreen-baizeaprons,thetwogirlsandMotherandAuntEmmasleptinthetwospareroomswherethefurniturewasallpretty.Alltheirbedshadgone.AbedwasmadeupforPeteronthedrawing-roomsofa.
"Isay,thisislarks,"hesaid,wrigglingjoyously,asMothertuckedhimup."Idolikemoving!Iwishwemovedonceamonth."
Motherlaughed.
"Idon’t!"shesaid."Goodnight,Peterkin."
AssheturnedawayRobertasawherface.Sheneverforgotit.
