'I'll tell you what they do,' said Peter. 'Listen,' said Peter, 'that's the bone crunching.' It would be a jolly good thing for you if I were to talk to you every day for half an hour about broken bones and people's insides, so as to get you used to it.' 'I helped Mother with your rake-wounded foot, and so did Phil-you know we did.'

'Me, too,' said Phyllis, whose face was pink. 'Stop it!' cried Bobbie, with a white face 'you don't know how funny you're making me feel.' 'How are you going to be Red Cross Nurses, like you were talking of coming home, if you can't even stand hearing me say about bones crunching? You'd have to HEAR them crunch on the field of battle-and be steeped in gore up to the elbows as likely as not, and-' I believe the bones crunch like anything.' I should most awfully like to see a leg set. I wish Doctors weren't so stuck-up about who they'll have in the room when they're doing things. 'It IS horrible,' said Peter, 'but it's very exciting.

The children sat in the parlour downstairs and heard the sound of the Doctor's boots going backwards and forwards over the bedroom floor. Mother was with him all through it, and that made it a little better than it would have been, but 'bad was the best,' as Mrs. And then the Doctor came, and hurt him most horribly. Mother did not get back to her writing all that day, for the red-jerseyed hound whom the children had brought to Three Chimneys had to be put to bed.

The Railway Children by E. Nesbit