Дети железной дороги

The hound in the red jersey.

           

           "Oh,Bobbie,"Mothercried,whenonelittlequicklookhadshownherwhatitwas,"youdon’tBELIEVEit?Youdon’tbelieveDaddydidit?"

           "NO,"Bobbiealmostshouted.Shehadstoppedcrying.

           "That’sallright,"saidMother."It’snottrue.Andthey’veshuthimupinprison,buthe’sdonenothingwrong.He’sgoodandnobleandhonourable,andhebelongstous.Wehavetothinkofthat,andbeproudofhim,andwait."

           AgainBobbieclungtoherMother,andagainonlyonewordcametoher,butnowthatwordwas"Daddy,"and"Oh,Daddy,oh,Daddy,oh,Daddy!"againandagain.

           "Whydidn’tyoutellme,Mammy?"sheaskedpresently.

           "Areyougoingtotelltheothers?"Motherasked.

           "No."

           "Why?"

           "Because—"

           "Exactly,"saidMother;"soyouunderstandwhyIdidn’ttellyou.Wetwomusthelpeachothertobebrave."

           "Yes,"saidBobbie;"Mother,willitmakeyoumoreunhappyifyoutellmeallaboutit?Iwanttounderstand."

           Sothen,sittingcuddledupclosetoherMother,Bobbieheard"allaboutit."Sheheardhowthosemen,whohadaskedtoseeFatheronthatrememberedlastnightwhentheEnginewasbeingmended,hadcometoarresthim,charginghimwithsellingStatesecretstotheRussianswithbeing,infact,aspyandatraitor.

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