Дети железной дороги
The engine-burglar.
"Shepickedupthebrown-paperparcelfromamongthecoalsandundidthestringwithhot,redfingersthattrembled.
Herfeetandlegsfeltthescorchoftheenginefire,buthershouldersfeltthewildchillrushoftheair.Theenginelurchedandshookandrattled,andastheyshotunderabridgetheengineseemedtoshoutinherears.
Thefiremanshovelledoncoals.
Bobbieunrolledthebrownpaperanddisclosedthetoyengine.
"Ithought,"shesaidwistfully,"thatperhapsyou’dmendthisforme—becauseyou’reanengineer,youknow."
Theengine-driversaidhewasblowedifhewasn’tblest.
"I’mblestifIain’tblowed,"remarkedthefireman.
Buttheengine-drivertookthelittleengineandlookedatit—andthefiremanceasedforaninstanttoshovelcoal,andlooked,too.
"It’slikeyourpreciouscheek,"saidtheengine-driver—"whatevermadeyouthinkwe’dbebotheredtinkeringpennytoys?"
"Ididn’tmeanitforpreciouscheek,"saidBobbie;"onlyeverybodythathasanythingtodowithrailwaysissokindandgood,Ididn’tthinkyou’dmind.Youdon’treally—doyou?"sheadded,forshehadseenanotunkindlywinkpassbetweenthetwo.
"Mytrade’sdrivingofanengine,notmendingher,especiallysuchahout-sizeinenginesasthis’ere,"saidBill.