Дети железной дороги
The old gentleman.
Vineyusedforgratesandfenders.Theydidnotmanagetodowhattheywished,exactly,withthefirstsheet,sotheytookanotheroutofthelinencupboard.Itdidnotoccurtothemthattheywerespoilinggoodsheetswhichcostgoodmoney.Theyonlyknewthattheyweremakingagood—butwhattheyweremakingcomeslater.
Bobbie’sbedhadbeenmovedintoMother’sroom,andseveraltimesinthenightshegotuptomendthefire,andtogivehermothermilkandsoda-water.Mothertalkedtoherselfagooddeal,butitdidnotseemtomeananything.Andonceshewokeupsuddenlyandcalledout:"Mamma,mamma!"andBobbieknewshewascallingforGranny,andthatshehadforgottenthatitwasnousecalling,becauseGrannywasdead.
IntheearlymorningBobbieheardhernameandjumpedoutofbedandrantoMother’sbedside.
"Oh—ah,yes—IthinkIwasasleep,"saidMother."Mypoorlittleduck,howtiredyou’llbe—Idohatetogiveyouallthistrouble."
"Trouble!"saidBobbie.
"Ah,don’tcry,sweet,"Mothersaid;"Ishallbeallrightinadayortwo."
AndBobbiesaid,"Yes,"andtriedtosmile.
Whenyouareusedtotenhoursofsolidsleep,togetupthreeorfourtimesinyoursleep-timemakesyoufeelasthoughyouhadbeenupallnight.Bobbiefeltquitestupidandhereyesweresoreandstiff,butshetidiedtheroom,andarrangedeverythingneatlybeforetheDoctorcame.
