Дети железной дороги
The hound’s grandfather.
"Allright,Bobbie,don’tyougoonbeingnobleandscreeningme,becauseIjollywellwon’thaveit.ItwasonlythatIkeptontalkingaboutbloodandwounds.IwantedtotrainthemforRedCrossNurses.AndIwouldn’tstopwhentheyaskedme."
"Well?"saidDr.Forrest,sittingdown.
"Well—thenIsaid,‘Let’splayatsettingbones.’Itwasallrot.IknewBobbiewouldn’t.Ionlysaidittoteaseher.Andthenwhenshesaid‘yes,’ofcourseIhadtogothroughwithit.Andtheytiedmeup.TheygotitoutofStalky.AndIthinkit’sabeastlyshame."
Hemanagedtowritheoverandhidehisfaceagainstthewoodenbackofthesettle.
"Ididn’tthinkthatanyonewouldknowbutus,"saidBobbie,indignantlyansweringPeter’sunspokenreproach."Ineverthoughtofyourcomingin.Andhearingaboutbloodandwoundsdoesreallymakemefeelmostawfullyfunny.Itwasonlyajokeourtyinghimup.Letmeuntieyou,Pete."
"Idon’tcareifyouneveruntieme,"saidPeter;"andifthat’syourideaofajoke—"
"IfIwereyou,"saidtheDoctor,thoughreallyhedidnotquiteknowwhattosay,"IshouldbeuntiedbeforeyourMothercomesdown.Youdon’twanttoworryherjustnow,doyou?"
"Idon’tpromiseanythingaboutnotsayingaboutwounds,mind,"saidPeter,inverysurlytones,asBobbieandPhyllisbegantountietheknots.
