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"
I
hope
it
's
all
right
what
we
're
doing
,
"
said
Peter
.
"
Of
course
it
's
right
,
"
said
Bobbie
,
impatiently
.
"
What
else
WOULD
you
do
?
Leave
him
here
all
alone
because
it
's
dark
?
Nonsense
.
Hurry
up
,
that
's
all
.
"
So
they
hurried
up
.
Bobbie
watched
their
dark
figures
and
the
little
light
of
the
little
candle
with
an
odd
feeling
of
having
come
to
the
end
of
everything
.
She
knew
now
,
she
thought
,
what
nuns
who
were
bricked
up
alive
in
convent
walls
felt
like
.
Suddenly
she
gave
herself
a
little
shake
.
"
Do
n't
be
a
silly
little
girl
,
"
she
said
.
She
was
always
very
angry
when
anyone
else
called
her
a
little
girl
,
even
if
the
adjective
that
went
first
was
not
"
silly
"
but
"
nice
"
or
"
good
"
or
"
clever
.
"
And
it
was
only
when
she
was
very
angry
with
herself
that
she
allowed
Roberta
to
use
that
expression
to
Bobbie
.
She
fixed
the
little
candle
end
on
a
broken
brick
near
the
red-jerseyed
boy
's
feet
.
Then
she
opened
Peter
's
knife
.
It
was
always
hard
to
manage
--
a
halfpenny
was
generally
needed
to
get
it
open
at
all
.
This
time
Bobbie
somehow
got
it
open
with
her
thumbnail
.
She
broke
the
nail
,
and
it
hurt
horribly
.
Then
she
cut
the
boy
's
bootlace
,
and
got
the
boot
off
.
She
tried
to
pull
off
his
stocking
,
but
his
leg
was
dreadfully
swollen
,
and
it
did
not
seem
to
be
the
proper
shape
.
So
she
cut
the
stocking
down
,
very
slowly
and
carefully
.
It
was
a
brown
,
knitted
stocking
,
and
she
wondered
who
had
knitted
it
,
and
whether
it
was
the
boy
's
mother
,
and
whether
she
was
feeling
anxious
about
him
,
and
how
she
would
feel
when
he
was
brought
home
with
his
leg
broken
.
When
Bobbie
had
got
the
stocking
off
and
saw
the
poor
leg
,
she
felt
as
though
the
tunnel
was
growing
darker
,
and
the
ground
felt
unsteady
,
and
nothing
seemed
quite
real
.
"
SILLY
little
girl
!
"
said
Roberta
to
Bobbie
,
and
felt
better
.
"
The
poor
leg
,
"
she
told
herself
;
"
it
ought
to
have
a
cushion
--
ah
!
"
She
remembered
the
day
when
she
and
Phyllis
had
torn
up
their
red
flannel
petticoats
to
make
danger
signals
to
stop
the
train
and
prevent
an
accident
.
