Дети железной дороги
The hound’s grandfather.
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"I’llgetthesplintsandbandages,"saidPeter;"yougetthecouchofsufferingready."
Theropesthathadtieduptheboxesthathadcomefromhomewereallinawoodenpacking-caseinthecellar.WhenPeterbroughtinatrailingtangleofthem,andtwoboardsforsplints,Phylliswasexcitedlygiggling.
"Now,then,"hesaid,andlaydownonthesettle,groaningmostgrievously.
"Notsoloud!"saidBobbie,beginningtowindtheroperoundhimandthesettle."Youpull,Phil."
"Notsotight,"moanedPeter."You’llbreakmyotherleg."
Bobbieworkedoninsilence,windingmoreandmoreroperoundhim.
"That’senough,"saidPeter."Ican’tmoveatall.Oh,mypoorleg!"Hegroanedagain.
"SUREyoucan’tmove?"askedBobbie,inaratherstrangetone.
"Quitesure,"repliedPeter."Shallweplayit’sbleedingfreelyornot?"heaskedcheerfully.
"YOUcanplaywhatyoulike,"saidBobbie,sternly,foldingherarmsandlookingdownathimwherehelayallwoundroundandroundwithcord."PhilandIaregoingaway.Andweshan’tuntieyoutillyoupromisenever,nevertotalktousaboutbloodandwoundsunlesswesayyoumay.Come,Phil!"
"Youbeast!"saidPeter,writhing."I’llneverpromise,never.I’llyell,andMotherwillcome."
"Do,"saidBobbie,"andtellherwhywetiedyouup!Comeon,Phil.No,I’mnotabeast,Peter.