Дети железной дороги
The hound’s grandfather.
"IhelpedMotherwithyourrake-woundedfoot,andsodidPhil—youknowwedid."
"Well,then!"saidPeter."Nowlookhere.ItwouldbeajollygoodthingforyouifIweretotalktoyoueverydayforhalfanhouraboutbrokenbonesandpeople’sinsides,soastogetyouusedtoit."
Achairwasmovedabove.
"Listen,"saidPeter,"that’sthebonecrunching."
"Idowishyouwouldn’t,"saidPhyllis."Bobbiedoesn’tlikeit."
"I’lltellyouwhattheydo,"saidPeter.Ican’tthinkwhatmadehimsohorrid.Perhapsitwasbecausehehadbeensoveryniceandkindalltheearlierpartoftheday,andnowhehadtohaveachange.Thisiscalledreaction.Onenoticesitnowandtheninoneself.Sometimeswhenonehasbeenextragoodforalongertimethanusual,oneissuddenlyattackedbyaviolentfitofnotbeinggoodatall."I’lltellyouwhattheydo,"saidPeter;"theystrapthebrokenmandownsothathecan’tresistorinterferewiththeirdoctorishdesigns,andthensomeoneholdshishead,andsomeoneholdshisleg—thebrokenone,andpullsittillthebonesfitin—withacrunch,mindyou!Thentheystrapitupand—let’splayatbone-setting!"
"Oh,no!"saidPhyllis.
ButBobbiesaidsuddenly:"Allright—LET’S!I’llbethedoctor,andPhilcanbethenurse.Youcanbethebrokenboner;wecangetatyourlegsmoreeasily,becauseyoudon’twearpetticoats.
