Дети железной дороги
What Bobbie brought home.
"Come,Phil,"andmarchedoutofthesignal-boxwithflamingcheeks.
Phyllishesitated.Thenshetookthehand,stillheldoutstupidly,thattheshillingshadbeenin.
"Iforgiveyou,"shesaid,"evenifPeterdoesn’t.You’renotinyourpropersenses,oryou’dneverhavedonethat.Iknowwantofsleepsendspeoplemad.Mothertoldme.Ihopeyourlittleboywillsoonbebetter,and—"
"Comeon,Phil,"criedPeter,eagerly.
"Igiveyoumysacredhonour-wordwe’llnevertellanyone.Kissandbefriends,"saidPhyllis,feelinghownobleitwasofhertotrytomakeupaquarrelinwhichshewasnottoblame.
Thesignalmanstoopedandkissedher.
"IdobelieveI’mabitoffmyhead,Sissy,"hesaid."NowrunalonghometoMother.Ididn’tmeantoputyouabout—there."
SoPhilleftthehotsignal-boxandfollowedPeteracrossthefieldstothefarm.
Whenthefarmmen,ledbyPeterandPhyllisandcarryingahurdlecoveredwithhorse-cloths,reachedthemanholeinthetunnel,BobbiewasfastasleepandsowasJim.Wornoutwiththepain,theDoctorsaidafterwards.
"Wheredoeshelive?"thebailifffromthefarmasked,whenJimhadbeenliftedontothehurdle.
"InNorthumberland,"answeredBobbie.
"I’matschoolatMaidbridge,"saidJim."IsupposeI’vegottogetbackthere,somehow.
