Дети железной дороги
The hound in the red jersey.
"Nevermind,"saidBobbie.
"ItISoneofmyown,"saidPhyllis,"soyouneedn’tjaw,Peter.Yes,we’veputourinitialnamesontheoneswe’vedone,sothattheswallowswillknowwhothey’vegottobesogratefultoandfondof."
"Swallowscan’tread,silly,"saidPeter.
"Sillyyourself,"retortedPhyllis;"howdoyouknow?"
"Whothoughtofmakingthenests,anyhow?"shoutedPeter.
"Idid,"screamedPhyllis.
"Nya,"rejoinedPeter,"youonlythoughtofmakinghayonesandstickingthemintheivyforthesparrows,andthey’dhavebeensoppingLONGbeforeegg-layingtime.Itwasmesaidclayandswallows."
"Idon’tcarewhatyousaid."
"Look,"saidBobbie,"I’vemadethenestallrightagain.Givemethebitofsticktomarkyourinitialnameonit.Buthowcanyou?YourletterandPeter’sarethesame.P.forPeter,P.forPhyllis."
"IputF.forPhyllis,"saidthechildofthatname."That’showitsounds.Theswallowswouldn’tspellPhylliswithaP.,I’mcertain-sure."
"Theycan’tspellatall,"Peterwasstillinsisting.
"ThenwhydoyouseethemalwaysonChristmascardsandvalentineswithlettersroundtheirnecks?Howwouldtheyknowwheretogoiftheycouldn’tread?"
"That’sonlyinpictures.Youneversawonereallywithlettersrounditsneck.
