Дети железной дороги
The hound in the red jersey.
DoyousupposeI’venottriedeverything?No,mydearest,there’snothingtobedone.Allwecando,youandIandDaddy,istobebrave,andpatient,and—"shespokeverysoftly—"topray,Bobbie,dear."
"Mother,you’vegotverythin,"saidBobbie,abruptly.
"Alittle,perhaps."
"Andoh,"saidBobbie,"Idothinkyou’rethebravestpersonintheworldaswellasthenicest!"
"Wewon’ttalkofallthisanymore,willwe,dear?"saidMother;"wemustbearitandbebrave.And,darling,trynottothinkofit.Trytobecheerful,andtoamuseyourselfandtheothers.It’smucheasierformeifyoucanbealittlebithappyandenjoythings.Washyourpoorlittleroundface,andlet’sgooutintothegardenforabit."
TheothertwowereverygentleandkindtoBobbie.Andtheydidnotaskherwhatwasthematter.ThiswasPeter’sidea,andhehaddrilledPhyllis,whowouldhaveaskedahundredquestionsifshehadbeenlefttoherself.
AweeklaterBobbiemanagedtogetawayalone.Andoncemoreshewrotealetter.Andoncemoreitwastotheoldgentleman.
"MydearFriend,"shesaid,"youseewhatisinthispaper.Itisnottrue.Fatherneverdidit.MothersayssomeoneputthepapersinFather’sdesk,andshesaysthemanunderhimthatgotFather’splaceafterwardswasjealousofFather,andFathersuspectedhimalongtime.
