Переведите текст, пожалуйста( только правильно! ) "What's the matter? What's happened?" "There's been a terrible accident", said Cook. "A man killed." "A man killed! Where? How? When?" But Godber's man wasn't going to let anoth...

Переведите текст, пожалуйста( только правильно! ) "What's the matter? What's happened?" "There's been a terrible accident", said Cook. "A man killed." "A man killed! Where? How? When?" But Godber's man wasn't going to let another one tell his story. "Do you know those little houses not far from here, miss?" he said. "Well, there's a young man living there, Scott, a carter. His horse got frightened at a tractor at the corner of Hawke Street this morning and he was thrown out on the back of his head. Killed." "Dead!" Laura looked at Godber's man. "Dead when they picked him up. They were taking the body home when I come up here." And he said to the cook, "He's left a wife and five little children." "Jose, come here." Laura caught her sister's hand and pushed her through the kitchen door. "Jose!" she said in horror", how are we going to stop everything?" "Stop the garden party”, said Laura. But Jose was still more surprised. "Stop the garden-party? My dear Laura, don't be so stupid. We can’t do anything like that. Don’t be so silly”. "But we can't have a garden party with a man dead not far from our house", Laura cried. That was not quite right, because the little houses stood in a lane which led up to the Sheridans’ house. A road ran between. They were little houses painted brown, and very poor. In the little gardens there was nothing but cabbages and sick hens. Workers lived there with their families. There were many children of all ages. When the Sheridans were little they were not allowed to go there because they could catch an illness. But since they were grown up, Laura and Laurie sometimes walked along the lane. "And just think of what the band would sound like to that poor woman," continued Laura. "Oh, Laura!" Jose began to be angry. "If you're going to stop a band playing every time someone has an accident, you'll have a very difficult life. I'm as sorry about it as you." She looked at her sister as she did when they were little and fighting together. "You won't bring a drunken workman back to life by being sentimental," she said quietly. "Drunk! Who said he was drunk?" Laura turned angrily on Jose. "I'm going straight up to tell mother", she said. "Do, dear," said Jose. "Mother, can I come into your room?" Laura said at the door. "Of course, child. Why, what's the matter? Why are you excited so much?" And Mrs.Sheridan turned round from her dressing-table. She was trying on a new hat. "But listen, mother," said Laura. And she told the terrible story. "Of course, we can't have our party, can we?" she said. "They’ll hear the band, mother; they're our neigh bours!" To Laura's surprise her mother answered as Jose did. "But, my dear child, think a little. It's only by accident we've heard of it. If someone had died there—and I can't understand how they can live in those little houses—we should still be having our party, shouldn't we?" Laura had to say "yes" to that, but she felt it was all wrong. "Mother, isn't it really terribly heart less of us?" she asked. "Dear!" Mrs. Sheridan got up and came over to her, carrying the hat. Before Laura could stop her, she had put in on her head. "My child!" said her mother, "the hat is yours. It's made for you. It's much too young for me. I have never seen you look such a picture. Look at yourself!" And she tool Laura to her dressing- table. "But, mother," Laura began again. She couldn't look at herself: she turned away. This time Mrs. Sheridan lost patience just as Jose had done. "You’re very silly, Laura", she said coldly. "Such people don't expect sacrifices from us. And it's not very nice to spoil everybody's pleasure as you're doing now." "I don't understand," said Laura and she walked quickly out of the room into her own bedroom. There the first thing she saw was this nice girl in the mirror in her black hat with gold flowers and a long black ribbon. Never did she think she could look like that. “Is mother right?” she thought. And now she hoped her mother was right. Was she silly? Just for a moment she saw that poor woman and those little children and the body that was carried into the house. But it all looked like a picture in the newspaper. “I'll remember it again after the party's over”, she decided. And that seemed the best plan…