Дети железной дороги

           "An’‘owarewea-goin’togetyoubacktoyoursorrowingfriendsandrelations,andallbeforgivenandforgotten?"

           "Ifyou’llputmedownnexttimeyoustop,"saidBobbie,firmly,thoughherheartbeatfiercelyagainstherarmassheclaspedherhands,"andlendmethemoneyforathird-classticket,I’llpayyouback—honourbright.I’mnotaconfidencetricklikeinthenewspapers—really,I’mnot."

           "You’realittlelady,everyinch,"saidBill,relentingsuddenlyandcompletely."We’llseeyougetshomesafe.An’aboutthisengine—Jim—ain’tyougotne’erapalascanuseasolderingiron?Seemstomethat’saboutallthelittlebounderwantsdoingtoit."

           "That’swhatFathersaid,"Bobbieexplainedeagerly."What’sthatfor?"

           Shepointedtoalittlebrasswheelthathehadturnedashespoke.

           "That’stheinjector."

           "In—what?"

           "Injectortofilluptheboiler."

           "Oh,"saidBobbie,mentallyregisteringthefacttotelltheothers;"thatISinteresting."

           "This’ere’stheautomaticbrake,"Billwenton,flatteredbyherenthusiasm."Youjustmovethis’erelittlehandle—doitwithonefinger,youcan—andthetrainjollysoonstops.That’swhattheycallthePowerofScienceinthenewspapers.