Дети железной дороги
The old gentleman.
Andastocoals,it’sawordthat—well—oh,no,wenevermentionit,eh?"
"Thankyou,"saidPeter."I’mverygladit’sallstraightenedoutbetweenus."Andhewentonacrossthecanalbridgetothevillagetogetthebuns,feelingmorecomfortableinhismindthanhehadfeltsincethehandoftheStationMasterhadfastenedonhiscollarthatnightamongthecoals.
NextdaywhentheyhadsentthethreefoldwaveofgreetingtoFatherbytheGreenDragon,andtheoldgentlemanhadwavedbackasusual,Peterproudlyledthewaytothestation.
"Butoughtwe?"saidBobbie.
"Afterthecoals,shemeans,"Phyllisexplained.
"ImettheStationMasteryesterday,"saidPeter,inanoffhandway,andhepretendednottohearwhatPhyllishadsaid;"heexpresspeciallyinvitedustogodownanytimeweliked."
"Afterthecoals?"repeatedPhyllis."Stopaminute—mybootlaceisundoneagain."
"ItalwaysISundoneagain,"saidPeter,"andtheStationMasterwasmoreofagentlemanthanyou’lleverbe,Phil—throwingcoalatachap’sheadlikethat."
Phyllisdidupherbootlaceandwentoninsilence,buthershouldersshook,andpresentlyafattearfelloffhernoseandsplashedonthemetaloftherailwayline.Bobbiesawit.
"Why,what’sthematter,darling?"shesaid,stoppingshortandputtingherarmroundtheheavingshoulders.
