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The old gentleman.
Bobbieunderstoodalittlehowpeopledonotleaveoffrunningtotheirmotherswhentheyareintroubleevenwhentheyaregrownup,andshethoughtsheknewalittlewhatitmustbetobesad,andhavenomothertoruntoanymore.
SoshekickedPhyllis,whosaid:—
"Whatareyoukickingmelikethatfor,Bob?"
AndthenMotherlaughedalittleandsighedandsaid:—
"Verywell,then.Onlyletmebesureyoudoknowwhichwaythetrainscome—anddon’twalkonthelinenearthetunnelornearcorners."
"Trainskeeptotheleftlikecarriages,"saidPeter,"soifwekeeptotheright,we’reboundtoseethemcoming."
"Verywell,"saidMother,andIdaresayyouthinkthatsheoughtnottohavesaidit.Butsherememberedaboutwhenshewasalittlegirlherself,andshedidsayit—andneitherherownchildrennoryounoranyotherchildrenintheworldcouldeverunderstandexactlywhatitcosthertodoit.Onlysomefewofyou,likeBobbie,mayunderstandaverylittlebit.
ItwastheverynextdaythatMotherhadtostayinbedbecauseherheadachedso.Herhandswereburninghot,andshewouldnoteatanything,andherthroatwasverysore.
"IfIwasyou,Mum,"saidMrs.Viney,"Ishouldtakeandsendforthedoctor.There’salotofcatchycomplaintsa-goingaboutjustnow.
