Дети железной дороги

The hound in the red jersey.

           

           "Tothestation,ofcourse,"saidBobbie;"giveusahand,Pete."

           Shesetherfootonthelockoftheyarddoor.Peterreacheddownahand.

           "Whatonearth?"sheaskedasshereachedthewall-topforPhyllisandPeterwereverymuddy.Alumpofwetclaylaybetweenthemonthewall,theyhadeachaslipofslateinaverydirtyhand,andbehindPeter,outofthereachofaccidents,wereseveralstrangeroundedobjectsratherlikeveryfatsausages,hollow,butclosedupatoneend.

           "It’snests,"saidPeter,"swallows’nests.We’regoingtodrythemintheovenandhangthemupwithstringundertheeavesofthecoach-house."

           "Yes,"saidPhyllis;"andthenwe’regoingtosaveupallthewoolandhairwecanget,andinthespringwe’lllinethem,andthenhowpleasedtheswallowswillbe!"

           "I’veoftenthoughtpeopledon’tdonearlyenoughfordumbanimals,"saidPeterwithanairofvirtue."Idothinkpeoplemighthavethoughtofmakingnestsforpoorlittleswallowsbeforethis."

           "Oh,"saidBobbie,vaguely,"ifeverybodythoughtofeverything,there’dbenothingleftforanybodyelsetothinkabout."

           "Lookatthenestsaren’ttheypretty?"saidPhyllis,reachingacrossPetertograspanest.

           "Lookout,Phil,yougoat,"saidherbrother.Butitwastoolate;herstronglittlefingershadcrushedthenest.

           "Therenow,"saidPeter.

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