Діти залізниці
For valour.
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ThelilacandtheGloiredeDijonrosesoutsidethewindowswayedinthesoftbreeze.
"It’sanicedryingday—that’sonething,"saidBobbie,feelingverygrownup."Oh,IdowonderwhatwonderfulfeelingsweshallhavewhenweWEARtheIndianmuslindresses!"
"Yes,sodoI,"saidPhyllis,shakingandsqueezingthemuslininquiteaprofessionalmanner.
"NOWwesqueezeoutthesoapywater.NO—wemustn’ttwistthem—andthenrinsethem.I’llholdthemwhileyouandPeteremptythebathandgetcleanwater."
"Apresentation!Thatmeanspresents,"saidPeter,ashissisters,havingdulywashedthepegsandwipedtheline,hungupthedressestodry."Whateverwillitbe?"
"Itmightbeanything,"saidPhyllis;"whatI’vealwayswantedisaBabyelephant—butIsupposetheywouldn’tknowthat."
"Supposeitwasgoldmodelsofsteam-engines?"saidBobbie.
"Orabigmodelofthesceneofthepreventedaccident,"suggestedPeter,"withalittlemodeltrain,anddollsdressedlikeusandtheengine-driverandfiremanandpassengers."
"DoyouLIKE,"saidBobbie,doubtfully,dryingherhandsontheroughtowelthathungonarolleratthebackofthescullerydoor,"doyouLIKEusbeingrewardedforsavingatrain?"
"Yes,Ido,"saidPeter,downrightly;"anddon’tyoutrytocomeitoverusthatyoudon’tlikeit,too.BecauseIknowyoudo.
