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The
three
children
,
now
that
it
came
to
the
point
,
suddenly
felt
that
rush
of
deep
shyness
which
makes
your
ears
red
and
hot
,
your
hands
warm
and
wet
,
and
the
tip
of
your
nose
pink
and
shiny
.
"
Oh
,
"
said
Phyllis
,
"
my
heart
's
thumping
like
a
steam-engine
--
right
under
my
sash
,
too
.
"
"
Nonsense
,
"
said
Peter
,
"
people
's
hearts
are
n't
under
their
sashes
.
"
"
I
do
n't
care
--
mine
is
,
"
said
Phyllis
.
"
If
you
're
going
to
talk
like
a
poetry-book
,
"
said
Peter
,
"
my
heart
's
in
my
mouth
.
"
"
My
heart
's
in
my
boots
--
if
you
come
to
that
,
"
said
Roberta
;
"
but
do
come
on
--
he
'll
think
we
're
idiots
.
"
"
He
wo
n't
be
far
wrong
,
"
said
Peter
,
gloomily
.
And
they
went
forward
to
meet
the
old
gentleman
.
"
Hullo
,
"
he
said
,
shaking
hands
with
them
all
in
turn
.
"
This
is
a
very
great
pleasure
.
"
"
It
WAS
good
of
you
to
get
out
,
"
Bobbie
said
,
perspiring
and
polite
.
