Діти залізниці
For valour.
Theyhadallwashedtheirhandsandfaces,andbrushedtheirhair,andwerelookingastidyastheyknewhow.ButPhyllis,alwaysunlucky,hadupsetajugoflemonadedownthefrontofherdress.Therewasnotimetochange—andthewindhappeningtoblowfromthecoalyard,herfrockwassoonpowderedwithgrey,whichstucktothestickylemonadestainsandmadeherlook,asPetersaid,"likeanylittlegutterchild."
Itwasdecidedthatsheshouldkeepbehindtheothersasmuchaspossible.
"Perhapstheoldgentlemanwon’tnotice,"saidBobbie."Theagedareoftenweakintheeyes."
Therewasnosignofweakness,however,intheeyes,orinanyotherpartoftheoldgentleman,ashesteppedfromthetrainandlookedupanddowntheplatform.
Thethreechildren,nowthatitcametothepoint,suddenlyfeltthatrushofdeepshynesswhichmakesyourearsredandhot,yourhandswarmandwet,andthetipofyournosepinkandshiny.
"Oh,"saidPhyllis,"myheart’sthumpinglikeasteam-engine—rightundermysash,too."
"Nonsense,"saidPeter,"people’sheartsaren’tundertheirsashes."
"Idon’tcare—mineis,"saidPhyllis.
"Ifyou’regoingtotalklikeapoetry-book,"saidPeter,"myheart’sinmymouth."
"Myheart’sinmyboots—ifyoucometothat,"saidRoberta;"butdocomeon—he’llthinkwe’reidiots.
