第11章

类别:其他 作者:Kate Douglas Wiggin字数:1106更新时间:18/12/14 10:54:48
Everybodywashilariousoverthisdecisionsavethemen-of-all-work,wholongedunspeakablyforalesspoeticexistence——HopYetparticularly,whothoughtcampingout\'notmucheegood。\' Dickywasmorepleasedthananybody,perhaps,aseverydayinthecanyonwasonedaylessinschool;notthathehadeverbeentoschool,butheknewinadvance,instinctively,thatitwouldn\'tsuithim。Accordingly,hesoughtthewettestpossibleplacesandplayedalldaywithsuperhumanenergy。HefinallyfoundHopYet\'sboxofblueingunderatree,inaverymoistandattractivestateoffluidity,andjustbeforedinnerimprovedthelastshininghourbypaintinghimselfabrillianthueandappearingatdinnerinsuchafiendishguisethathefrightenedthefamilyintofits。 NowDr。Winshipwasoneofthemostweather-wisemeninCalifornia,andhispredictionswerealwaysquitesafeandsensible;butsomehoworotheritdidrainagainintwoorthreedays,anditpouredharderthanever,too。Tobesure,itclearedpromptly,butthedoctorwasafraidtotrustsofickleapersonastheClerkoftheWeatherhadbecome,andmarchingorderswereissued。 Theboystrampedoveralltheirfavouritebitsofcountry,andthegirlsvisitedalltheirbestbelovedhaunts,everyoneofthemdearfromathousandcharmingassociations。TheylookedforthelasttimeinMirrorPool,andsawthereflectionoftheirfaces——rathergravefacesjustthen,overtheleave-taking。 Thewater-mirrormighthavebeengladtokeepthepictureforeveronitssurface——Margerywithhersleekbraidsandsereneforehead;withPolly,saucynoseandmischievouseyes,laughingatyoulikeamerrywater-sprite;Bell,withherbrilliantcheeksglowingliketworosesjustfalleninthebrook;andGoldElsie,who,ifyouhadputaframeofgreenleavesaboutherdelicatefaceandyellowlocks,wouldhavelookedupatyoulikeawater-lily。 TheywaftedafarewelltoPicoNegro,andhavinggotridoftheboys,privatelyembracedacertainWhisperingTreeunderwhosesingingbranchestheyhadbeenwonttolieandlistentoallthemurmuringthatwentonintheforest。 Thentheyclamberedintothegreatthorough-bracewagon,wheretheyallsatingloomysilencefortenminutes,whileDicky\'stanterrierwasfoundforthefourthtimethatmorning;andthelongtrain,withitsbaggage-carts,itssaddle-horsesanditsdoggedlittlepack- mules,moveddowntherockysteepsthatledtocivilisation。Thegatethatshuttheminfromthecountyroadandtheouterworldwasopenedforthelasttime,andshutwithaclang,anditwasallover—— theirsummerinacanyon!