Дети железной дороги
The engine-burglar.
I’llmakeitallrightwithyourMother,evenifIhavetomakeaspecialbrand-newCluballforher.Lookhere,thisiswheretheAqueductbegins."
"What’sanAque—what’sitsname?"askedBobbie.
"Awaterbridge,"saidtheDoctor."Look."
Theroadrosetoabridgeoverthecanal.Totheleftwasasteeprockycliffwithtreesandshrubsgrowinginthecracksoftherock.Andthecanalhereleftoffrunningalongthetopofthehillandstartedtorunonabridgeofitsown—agreatbridgewithtallarchesthatwentrightacrossthevalley.
Bobbiedrewalongbreath.
"ItISgrand,isn’tit?"shesaid."It’slikepicturesintheHistoryofRome."
"Right!"saidtheDoctor,"that’sjustexactlywhatitISlike.TheRomansweredeadnutsonaqueducts.It’sasplendidpieceofengineering."
"Ithoughtengineeringwasmakingengines."
"Ah,therearedifferentsortsofengineering—makingroadandbridgesandtunnelsisonekind.Andmakingfortificationsisanother.Well,wemustbeturningback.And,remember,youaren’ttoworryaboutdoctor’sbillsoryou’llbeillyourself,andthenI’llsendyouinabillaslongastheaqueduct."
WhenBobbiehadpartedfromtheDoctoratthetopofthefieldthatrandownfromtheroadtoThreeChimneys,shecouldnotfeelthatshehaddonewrong.SheknewthatMotherwouldperhapsthinkdifferently.
