Дети железной дороги
The hound in the red jersey.
"Oh,Bobbie,"Mothercried,whenonelittlequicklookhadshownherwhatitwas,"youdon’tBELIEVEit?Youdon’tbelieveDaddydidit?"
"NO,"Bobbiealmostshouted.Shehadstoppedcrying.
"That’sallright,"saidMother."It’snottrue.Andthey’veshuthimupinprison,buthe’sdonenothingwrong.He’sgoodandnobleandhonourable,andhebelongstous.Wehavetothinkofthat,andbeproudofhim,andwait."
AgainBobbieclungtoherMother,andagainonlyonewordcametoher,butnowthatwordwas"Daddy,"and"Oh,Daddy,oh,Daddy,oh,Daddy!"againandagain.
"Whydidn’tyoutellme,Mammy?"sheaskedpresently.
"Areyougoingtotelltheothers?"Motherasked.
"No."
"Why?"
"Because—"
"Exactly,"saidMother;"soyouunderstandwhyIdidn’ttellyou.Wetwomusthelpeachothertobebrave."
"Yes,"saidBobbie;"Mother,willitmakeyoumoreunhappyifyoutellmeallaboutit?Iwanttounderstand."
Sothen,sittingcuddledupclosetoherMother,Bobbieheard"allaboutit."Sheheardhowthosemen,whohadaskedtoseeFatheronthatrememberedlastnightwhentheEnginewasbeingmended,hadcometoarresthim,charginghimwithsellingStatesecretstotheRussians—withbeing,infact,aspyandatraitor.
