Дети железной дороги
Peter’s coal-mine.
"It’smuchmorefunthanbasinwashing,"saidRoberta."Howsparklytheweedsarebetweenthestones,andthemossontheroof—oh,andtheflowers!"
Theroofofthebackkitchenslopeddownquitelow.Itwasmadeofthatchandithadmossonit,andhouse-leeksandstonecropandwallflowers,andevenaclumpofpurpleflag-flowers,atthefarcorner.
"Thisisfar,far,farandawayprettierthanEdgecombeVilla,"saidPhyllis."Iwonderwhatthegarden’slike."
"Wemustn’tthinkofthegardenyet,"saidRoberta,withearnestenergy."Let’sgoinandbegintowork."
Theylightedthefireandputthekettleon,andtheyarrangedthecrockeryforbreakfast;theycouldnotfindalltherightthings,butaglassash-traymadeanexcellentsalt-cellar,andanewishbaking-tinseemedasifitwoulddotoputbreadon,iftheyhadany.
Whenthereseemedtobenothingmorethattheycoulddo,theywentoutagainintothefreshbrightmorning.
"We’llgointothegardennow,"saidPeter.Butsomehowtheycouldn’tfindthegarden.Theywentroundthehouseandroundthehouse.Theyardoccupiedtheback,andacrossitwerestablesandoutbuildings.Ontheotherthreesidesthehousestoodsimplyinafield,withoutayardofgardentodivideitfromtheshortsmoothturf.Andyettheyhadcertainlyseenthegardenwallthenightbefore.
Itwasahillycountry.
