Дети железной дороги
Peter’s coal-mine.
Shewasn’tanicecuddlypersonlikeMother,butafterallitwasshewhohadthoughtofpackinguptheoddsandendsofthingstoeat.
ItwasAuntEmma,too,whohadairedallthesheetsready;andthemenwhohadmovedthefurniturehadputthebedsteadstogether,sothebedsweresoonmade.
"Goodnight,chickies,"saidMother."I’msuretherearen’tanyrats.ButI’llleavemydooropen,andthenifamousecomes,youneedonlyscream,andI’llcomeandtellitexactlywhatIthinkofit."
Thenshewenttoherownroom.Robertawoketohearthelittletravellingclockchimetwo.Itsoundedlikeachurchclockeversofaraway,shealwaysthought.Andsheheard,too,Motherstillmovingaboutinherroom.
NextmorningRobertawokePhyllisbypullingherhairgently,butquiteenoughforherpurpose.
"Wassermarrer?"askedPhyllis,stillalmostwhollyasleep.
"Wakeup!wakeup!"saidRoberta."We’reinthenewhouse—don’tyouremember?Noservantsoranything.Let’sgetupandbegintobeuseful.We’lljustcreepdownmouse-quietly,andhaveeverythingbeautifulbeforeMothergetsup.I’vewokePeter.He’llbedressedassoonasweare."
Sotheydressedquietlyandquickly.Ofcourse,therewasnowaterintheirroom,sowhentheygotdowntheywashedasmuchastheythoughtwasnecessaryunderthespoutofthepumpintheyard.Onepumpedandtheotherwashed.Itwassplashybutinteresting.
