hope?” said the Doctor.
“No—but—”
“Well, skip in, then, and we’ll go for a drive.”
Roberta climbed in and the brown horse was made to turn round—which it did not like at all, for it was looking forward to its tea—I mean its oats.
“This is jolly,” said Bobbie, as the dogcart flew along the road by the canal.
“We could throw a stone down any one of your three chimneys,” said the Doctor, as they passed the house.
“Yes,” said Bobbie, “but you’d have to be a jolly good shot.”
“How do you know I’m not?” said the Doctor. “Now, then, what’s the trouble?”
Bobbie fidgeted with the hook of the driving apron.
“Come, out with it,” said the Doctor.
“It’s rather hard, you see,” said Bobbie, “to out with it; because of what Mother said.”
“What did Mother say?”
“She said I wasn’t to go telling everyone that we’re poor. But you aren’t everyone, are you?”
“Not at all,” said the Doctor, cheerfully. “Well?”
“Well, I know doctors are very extravagant—I mean expensive, and Mrs. Viney told me that her doctoring only cost her twopence a week because she belonged to a Club.”
“Yes?”
“You see she told me what a good doctor you were, and I asked her how she could afford you, because she’s much poorer than we are. I’ve been in her house and I know. And then she told me about the Club, and I thought I’d ask you—and—oh, I don’t want Mother to be worried! Can’t we be in the Club, too, the same as Mrs. Viney?”
The Doctor was silent. He was rather poor himself, and he had been pleased at getting a new family to attend. So I think his feelings at that minute were rather mixed.
“You aren’t cross with me, are you?” said Bobbie, in a very small voice.
The Doctor roused himself.
“Cross? How could I be? You’re a very sensible little woman. Now look here, don’t you worry. I’ll make it all right with your Mother, even if I have to make a special brand-new Club all for her. Look here, this is where the Aqueduct begins.”
“What’s an Aque—what’s its name?” asked Bobbie.
“A water bridge,” said the Doctor. “Look.”
The road rose to a bridge over the canal. To the left was a steep rocky cliff with trees and shrubs growing in the cracks of the rock. And the canal here left off running along the top of the hill and started to run on a bridge of its own—a great bridge with tall arches that went right across the valley.
Bobbie drew a long breath.
“It is grand, isn’t it?” she said. “It’s like pictures in the History of Rome.”
“Right!” said the Doctor, “that’s just exactly what it is like. The Romans were dead nuts on aqueducts. It’s a splendid piece of engineering.”
“I thought engineering was making engines.”
“Ah, there are different sorts of engineering—making road and bridges and tunnels is one kind. And making fortifications is another. Well, we must be turning back. And, remember, you aren’t to worry about doctor’s bills or you’ll be ill yourself, and then I’ll send you in a bill as long as the aqueduct.”
When Bobbie had parted from the Doctor at the top of the field that ran down from the road to Three Chimneys, she could not feel that she had done wrong. She knew that Mother would perhaps think differently. But Bobbie felt that for once she was the one who was right, and she scrambled down the rocky slope with a really happy feeling.
Phyllis and Peter met her at the back door. They were unnaturally clean and neat, and Phyllis had a red bow in her hair. There was only just time for Bobbie to make herself tidy and tie up her hair with a blue bow before a little bell rang.
“There!” said Phyllis, “that’s to show the surprise is ready. Now you wait till the bell rings again and then you may come into the dining-room.”
So Bobbie waited.
“Tinkle, tinkle,” said the little bell, and Bobbie went into the dining-room, feeling rather shy. Directly she
“No—but—”
“Well, skip in, then, and we’ll go for a drive.”
Roberta climbed in and the brown horse was made to turn round—which it did not like at all, for it was looking forward to its tea—I mean its oats.
“This is jolly,” said Bobbie, as the dogcart flew along the road by the canal.
“We could throw a stone down any one of your three chimneys,” said the Doctor, as they passed the house.
“Yes,” said Bobbie, “but you’d have to be a jolly good shot.”
“How do you know I’m not?” said the Doctor. “Now, then, what’s the trouble?”
Bobbie fidgeted with the hook of the driving apron.
“Come, out with it,” said the Doctor.
“It’s rather hard, you see,” said Bobbie, “to out with it; because of what Mother said.”
“What did Mother say?”
“She said I wasn’t to go telling everyone that we’re poor. But you aren’t everyone, are you?”
“Not at all,” said the Doctor, cheerfully. “Well?”
“Well, I know doctors are very extravagant—I mean expensive, and Mrs. Viney told me that her doctoring only cost her twopence a week because she belonged to a Club.”
“Yes?”
“You see she told me what a good doctor you were, and I asked her how she could afford you, because she’s much poorer than we are. I’ve been in her house and I know. And then she told me about the Club, and I thought I’d ask you—and—oh, I don’t want Mother to be worried! Can’t we be in the Club, too, the same as Mrs. Viney?”
The Doctor was silent. He was rather poor himself, and he had been pleased at getting a new family to attend. So I think his feelings at that minute were rather mixed.
“You aren’t cross with me, are you?” said Bobbie, in a very small voice.
The Doctor roused himself.
“Cross? How could I be? You’re a very sensible little woman. Now look here, don’t you worry. I’ll make it all right with your Mother, even if I have to make a special brand-new Club all for her. Look here, this is where the Aqueduct begins.”
“What’s an Aque—what’s its name?” asked Bobbie.
“A water bridge,” said the Doctor. “Look.”
The road rose to a bridge over the canal. To the left was a steep rocky cliff with trees and shrubs growing in the cracks of the rock. And the canal here left off running along the top of the hill and started to run on a bridge of its own—a great bridge with tall arches that went right across the valley.
Bobbie drew a long breath.
“It is grand, isn’t it?” she said. “It’s like pictures in the History of Rome.”
“Right!” said the Doctor, “that’s just exactly what it is like. The Romans were dead nuts on aqueducts. It’s a splendid piece of engineering.”
“I thought engineering was making engines.”
“Ah, there are different sorts of engineering—making road and bridges and tunnels is one kind. And making fortifications is another. Well, we must be turning back. And, remember, you aren’t to worry about doctor’s bills or you’ll be ill yourself, and then I’ll send you in a bill as long as the aqueduct.”
When Bobbie had parted from the Doctor at the top of the field that ran down from the road to Three Chimneys, she could not feel that she had done wrong. She knew that Mother would perhaps think differently. But Bobbie felt that for once she was the one who was right, and she scrambled down the rocky slope with a really happy feeling.
Phyllis and Peter met her at the back door. They were unnaturally clean and neat, and Phyllis had a red bow in her hair. There was only just time for Bobbie to make herself tidy and tie up her hair with a blue bow before a little bell rang.
“There!” said Phyllis, “that’s to show the surprise is ready. Now you wait till the bell rings again and then you may come into the dining-room.”
So Bobbie waited.
“Tinkle, tinkle,” said the little bell, and Bobbie went into the dining-room, feeling rather shy. Directly she
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