Дети железной дороги
The End.
Thistortoiseshelllady,usuallyofaretiringdisposition,cameto-daytorubherselfagainstthebrownstockingsofBobbiewitharchedback,wavingtail,andreverberatingpurrs.
"Dearme!"saidBobbie,stoopingtostrokeher,"howverykindeverybodyisto-day—evenyou,Pussy!"
Perksdidnotappearuntilthe11.54wassignalled,andthenhe,likeeverybodyelsethatmorning,hadanewspaperinhishand.
"Hullo!"hesaid,"’ereyouare.Well,ifTHISisthetrain,it’llbesmartwork!Well,Godblessyou,mydear!Iseeitinthepaper,andIdon’tthinkIwaseversogladofanythinginallmyborndays!"HelookedatBobbieamoment,thensaid,"OneImusthave,Miss,andnooffence,Iknow,onadaylikethis’ere!"andwiththathekissedher,firstononecheekandthenontheother.
"Youain’toffended,areyou?"heaskedanxiously."Iain’ttooktoogreataliberty?Onadaylikethis,youknow—"
"No,no,"saidBobbie,"ofcourseit’snotaliberty,dearMr.Perks;weloveyouquiteasmuchasifyouwereanuncleofours—but—onadaylikeWHAT?"
"Likethis’ere!"saidPerks."Don’tItellyouIseeitinthepaper?"
"SawWHATinthepaper?"askedBobbie,butalreadythe11.54wassteamingintothestationandtheStationMasterwaslookingatalltheplaceswherePerkswasnotandoughttohavebeen.
