Маленькие мужчины / Little men. Уровень 4

She saw the little tremble of Nat’s lips as she smoothed his hair, and her keen eyes grew softer.

“I am Mother Bhaer, that gentleman is Father Bhaer, and these are the two little Bhaers. Come here, boys, and see Nat.”

The stout man, with a chubby child on each shoulder, came up to welcome the new boy. Rob and Teddy merely grinned at him, but Mr. Bhaer said, in a cordial voice:

“There is a place for you, my son; sit down and dry thy wet feet.”

Mrs. Bhaer gave him warm slippers. He said “Thank you, ma’am”; and said it so gratefully that Mrs.

“There are Tommy Bangs’ slippers; but he never will remember to put them on in the house; so he won’t have them. They are too big; but that’s better; you can’t run away from us fast.”

“I don’t want to run away, ma’am.”

“That’s good! Now I am going to warm you, and try to get rid of that ugly cough. How long have you had it, dear?” asked Mrs.

“All winter. I got cold.”

“No wonder. He were living in that damp cellar on a rag!” said Mrs. Bhaer, in a low tone[1 - in a low tone – вполголоса] to her husband, who was looking at the boy.

“Robin, go to Nursey, and tell her to give you the medicine and the liniment,” said Mr. Bhaer.

Nat looked a little anxious at the preparations, but forgot his fears in a hearty laugh, when Mrs. Bhaer whispered to him, with a droll look:

“The syrup I’m going to give you has honey in it; and Ted wants some.

A bell rang, and a loud tramping through the hall announced supper. Bashful Nat quaked at the thought of meeting many boys, but Mrs. Bhaer held out her hand to him, and Rob said, patronizingly,

“Don’t be afraid; I’ll take care of you.”

Twelve boys, six on a side[2 - six on a side – по шесть с каждой стороны], stood behind their chairs, while the tall flute-playing boy was trying to curb their ardor.

“This is our new boy, Nat Blake.”

As she spoke everyone stared at Nat. The boys did their best to obey. But there are times when hungry boys cannot be repressed without real cruelty, and Saturday evening, after a half-holiday, was one of those times.

“Let them have one day in which they can howl and racket and frolic.