Дети железной дороги
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"HowdoyouknowI’mnot?"saidtheDoctor."Now,then,what’sthetrouble?"
Bobbiefidgetedwiththehookofthedrivingapron.
"Come,outwithit,"saidtheDoctor.
"It’sratherhard,yousee,"saidBobbie,"tooutwithit;becauseofwhatMothersaid."
"WhatDIDMothersay?"
"ShesaidIwasn’ttogotellingeveryonethatwe’repoor.Butyouaren’teveryone,areyou?"
"Notatall,"saidtheDoctor,cheerfully."Well?"
"Well,Iknowdoctorsareveryextravagant—Imeanexpensive,andMrs.VineytoldmethatherdoctoringonlycosthertwopenceaweekbecauseshebelongedtoaClub."
"Yes?"
"Youseeshetoldmewhatagooddoctoryouwere,andIaskedherhowshecouldaffordyou,becauseshe’smuchpoorerthanweare.I’vebeeninherhouseandIknow.AndthenshetoldmeabouttheClub,andIthoughtI’daskyou—and—oh,Idon’twantMothertobeworried!Can’twebeintheClub,too,thesameasMrs.Viney?"
TheDoctorwassilent.Hewasratherpoorhimself,andhehadbeenpleasedatgettinganewfamilytoattend.SoIthinkhisfeelingsatthatminutewererathermixed.
"Youaren’tcrosswithme,areyou?"saidBobbie,inaverysmallvoice.
TheDoctorrousedhimself.
"Cross?HowcouldIbe?You’reaverysensiblelittlewoman.Nowlookhere,don’tyouworry.