Дети железной дороги
The hound in the red jersey.
Butnobodylistenstoawordshesays,butyouaresogoodandclever,andyoufoundoutabouttheRussiangentleman’swifedirectly.Can’tyoufindoutwhodidthetreasonbecausehewasn’tFatheruponmyhonour;heisanEnglishmananduncapabletodosuchthings,andthentheywouldletFatheroutofprison.Itisdreadful,andMotherisgettingsothin.Shetoldusoncetoprayforallprisonersandcaptives.Iseenow.Oh,dohelpme—thereisonlyjustMotherandmeknow,andwecan’tdoanything.PeterandPhildon’tknow.I’llprayforyoutwiceeverydayaslongasIliveifyou’llonlytry—justtrytofindout.ThinkifitwasYOURDaddy,whatyouwouldfeel.Oh,do,do,DOhelpme.Withlove
"IremainYouraffectionatelylittlefriend
"Roberta.
P.S.MotherwouldsendherkindregardsifsheknewIamwriting—butitisnousetellingherIam,incaseyoucan’tdoanything.ButIknowyouwill.Bobbiewithbestlove."
ShecuttheaccountofherFather’strialoutofthenewspaperwithMother’sbigcutting-outscissors,andputitintheenvelopewithherletter.
Thenshetookitdowntothestation,goingoutthebackwayandroundbytheroad,sothattheothersshouldnotseeherandoffertocomewithher,andshegavethelettertotheStationMastertogivetotheoldgentlemannextmorning.
"WhereHAVEyoubeen?"shoutedPeter,fromthetopoftheyardwallwhereheandPhylliswere.
