Дети железной дороги
The engine-burglar.
Nowalwaysrememberthat—won’tyou?"
Theyallhuggedherandrubbedtheirdampcheeksagainsthersandpromisedthattheywould.
"AndI’llwritealettertoyouroldgentleman,andIshalltellhimthatIdidn’tapprove—oh,ofcourseIshallthankhim,too,forhiskindness.It’sYOUIdon’tapproveof,mydarlings,nottheoldgentleman.Hewasaskindaseverhecouldbe.AndyoucangivethelettertotheStationMastertogivehim—andwewon’tsayanymoreaboutit."
Afterwards,whenthechildrenwerealone,Bobbiesaid:—
"Isn’tMothersplendid?Youcatchanyothergrown-upsayingtheyweresorrytheyhadbeenangry."
"Yes,"saidPeter,"sheISsplendid;butit’sratherawfulwhenshe’sangry."
"She’slikeAvengingandBrightinthesong,"saidPhyllis."Ishouldliketolookatherifitwasn’tsoawful.Shelookssobeautifulwhenshe’sreallydownrightfurious."
TheytooktheletterdowntotheStationMaster.
"Ithoughtyousaidyouhadn’tgotanyfriendsexceptinLondon,"saidhe.
"We’vemadehimsince,"saidPeter.
"Buthedoesn’tlivehereabouts?"
"No—wejustknowhimontherailway."
ThentheStationMasterretiredtothatsacredinnertemplebehindthelittlewindowwheretheticketsaresold,andthechildrenwentdowntothePorters’roomandtalkedtothePorter.