CHAPTER SEVEN
ADAYWITHTHEBEAVERS
WHILEthetwoboyswerewhisperingbehind,boththegirlssuddenlycried"Oh!"andstopped.
"Therobin!"criedLucy,"therobin.Itsflownaway."Andsoithad-rightoutofsight.
"Andnowwhatarewetodo?"saidEdmund,givieralookwhichwasasmuchastosay"WhatdidItellyou?”
"Sh!Look!"saidSusan.
"What?"saidPeter.
"Theressomethingmovingamoreesovertheretotheleft.”
Theyallstaredashardastheycould,andveryfortable.
"Thereitgoesagain,"saidSusaly.
"Isawitthattimetoo,"saidPeter."Itsstillthere.Itsjustgonebehindthatbigtree.”
"Whatisit?"askedLucy,tryingveryhardnottosoundnervous.
"Whateveritis,"saidPeter,"itsdodgingus.Itssomethingthatdoesntwanttobeseen.”
"Letsgohome,"saidSusan.Ahoughnobodysaiditoutloud,everyonesuddenlyrealizedthesamefactthatEdmundhadwhisperedtoPeterattheendofthelastchapter.Theywerelost.
"Whatsitlike?"saidLucy.
"Its-itsakindofanimal,"saidSusan;andthen,"Look!Look!Quick!Thereitis.”
Theyallsawitthistime,awhiskeredfurryfacewhichhadlookedoutatthemfrombehindatree.Butthistimeitdidntimmediatelydrawbastead,theanimalputitspawagainstitsmouthjustashumansputtheirfiheirlipswhentheyaresignallingtoyoutobequiet.Thenitdisappearedagain.Thechildren,allstoodholdingtheirbreath.
Amomentlaterthestrangercameoutfrombehiree,glancedallroundasifitwereafraidsomeonewaswatg,said"Hush",madesignstothemtojoinitihickerbitofwoodwhereitwasstanding,andthenoncemoredisappeared.
"Iknowwhatitis,"saidPeter;"itsabeaver.Isawthetail.”
"Itwantsustogotoit,"saidSusan,"anditiswarningusnottomakeanoise.”
"Iknow,"saidPeter."Thequestionis,arewetogotoitornot?Whatdoyouthink,Lu?”
"Ithinkitsanicebeaver,"saidLucy.
"Yes,buthowdoweknow?"saidEdmund.
"Shantwehavetoriskit?"saidSusan."Imean,itsnogoodjuststandinghereandIfeelIwantsomedinner.”
AtthismomenttheBeaveragainpoppeditsheadoutfrombehireeandbeedearlytothem.
"eon,"saidPeter,"letsgiveitatry.Allkeepclosetogether.Weoughttobeamatchforonebeaverifitturnsouttobeanenemy.”
Sothechildrenallgotclosetogetherandwalkeduptothetreeandinbehindit,andthere,sureenough,theyfoundtheBeaver;butitstilldrewback,sayingtotheminahoarsethroatywhisper,"Furtherin,efurtherin.Rightinhere.Werenotsafeintheopen!”
Onlywhenithadledthemintoadarkspotwherefrewsoclosetogetherthattheirboughsmetandthebrowhandpineneedlescouldbeseenunderfootbecausenosnowhadbeeofallthere,diditbegintotalktothem.
"AreyoutheSonsofAdamandtheDaughtersofEve?"itsaid.
"Weresomeofthem,"saidPeter.
"S-s-s-sh!"saidtheBeaver,"notsoloudplease.Werenotsafeevenhere.”
"Why,whoareyouafraidof?"saidPeter."Theresnooneherebutourselves.”
"Therearethetrees,"saidtheBeaver."Theyrealwayslistening.Mostofthemareonourside,buttherearetreesthatwouldbetrayustoher;youknowwhoImean,"anditsheadseveraltimes.
"Ifitestotalkingaboutsides,"saidEdmund,"howdoweknowyoureafriend?”
"Notmeaningtoberude,MrBeaver,"addedPeter,"butyousee,werestrangers.”
"Quiteright,quiteright,"saidtheBeaver."Hereismytoken."Withthesewordsithelduptothemalittlewhiteobject.Theyalllookedatitinsurprise,tillsuddenlyLucysaid,"Oh,ofcourse.Itsmyhandkerchief-theoneIgavetopoorMrTumnus.”
"Thatsright,"saidtheBeaver."Poorfellow,hegotwindofthearrestbeforeitactuallyhappenedandhahisovertome.HesaidthatifanythinghappeohimImustmeetyouhereandtakeyouonto-"HeretheBeaversvoikintosilenditgave
owoverymysteriousnods.Thensignallingtothechildrentostandasclosearounditastheypossiblycould,sothattheirfaceswereactuallytickledbyitswhiskers,itaddedinalowwhisper-"TheysayAslanisonthemove-perhapshasalreadylanded.”
Andnowaverycuriousthinghappened.hechildrenknewwhoAslanwasanymorethanyoudo;butthemomenttheBeaverhadspokenthesewordseveryoquitedifferent.Perhapsithassometimeshappeoyouihatsomeonesayssomethingwhichyoudontuandbutinthedreamitfeelsasifithadsomeenormousmeaniheraterrifyingonewhichturnsthewholedreamintoanightmareorelsealovelymeaningtoolovelytoputintowords,whichmakesthedreamsobeautifulthatyourememberitallyourlifeandarealwayswishingyoucouldgetintothatdreamagain.Itwaslikethatnow.AtthenameofAslaneaeofthechildresomethingjumpinitsinside.Edmuasensationofmysterioushorror.Peterfeltsuddenlybraveandadventurous.Susaasifsomedeliellorsomedelightfulstrainofmusichadjustfloatedbyher.AndLucygotthefeelingyouhavewhenyouinthemandrealizethatitisthebeginningoftheholidaysorthebeginningofsummer.
"AndwhataboutMrTumnus,"saidLucy;"whereishe?”
"S-s-s-sh,"saidtheBeaver,"nothere.Imustbringyouwherewehavearealtalkandalsodinner.”
NooneexceptEdmuanydifficultyabouttrustingthebeavernow,andeveryone,includingEdmund,wasverygladtoheartheword"dinner".
Theythereforeallhurriedalongbehindtheirnewfriendwholedthematasurprisinglyquickpadalwaysihickestpartsoftheforest,foroveranhour.Everyonewasfeeliiredandveryhungrywhensuddenlythetreesbegahinnerinfrontofthemandthegroundtofallsteeplydownhill.Amiertheycameoutuheopensky(thesunwasstillshining)andfoundthemselveslookingdownonafinesight.
Theywerestandingontheedgeofasteep,narrowvalleyatthebottomofwhi-atleastitwouldhavebeenrunningifithadntbeenfrozen-afairlylargeriver.Justbelowthemadamhadbeenbuiltacrossthisriver,aheysawiteveryonesuddenlyrememberedthatofcoursebeaversarealwaysmakingdamsaquitesurethatMrBeaverhadmadethisoheyalsonoticedthathenowhadasortofmodestexpressiononhis,face-thesortoflookpeoplehavewhenyouarevisitingagardentheyvemadeorreadingastorytheyvewritten.SoitwasonlyonpolitenesswhenSusansaid,"Whatalovelydam!"AndMrBeaverdidntsay"Hush"thistimebut"Merelyatrifle!
Merelyatrifle!Anditisntreallyfinished!”
Abovethedamtherewaswhatoughttohavebeenadeeppoolbutwasnow,ofcourse,alevelfloorreenidbelowthedam,muchlowerdown,wasmoreice,but
insteadofbeingsmooththiswasallfrozenintothefoamyandwavyshapesinwhichthewaterhadbeenrushingalongattheverymomehefrostcame.Ahewaterhadbeentrigoverandspurtingthroughthedamtherewasnowaglitteringwalloficicles,asifthesideofthedamhadbeencoveredalloverwithflowersahsaoonsofthepurestsugar.Andoutinthemiddle,andpartlyontopofthedamwasafunnylittlehouseshapedratherlikeanenormousbeehiveandfromaholeintheroofsmokewasgoingup,sothatwhenyousawit{especiallyifyouwerehungry)youatohoughtofcookingandbecamehuhanyouwerebefore.
Thatwaswhattheotherschieflynoticed,butEdmundnotiethingelse.Alittlelowerdowntherivertherewasanothersmallriverwhichcamedownanothersmallvalleytojoinit.Andlookingupthatvalley,Edmundcouldseetwosmallhills,andhewasalmostsuretheywerethetwohillswhichtheWhiteWitchhadpoitohimwheedfromheratthelamp-postthatotherday.Aweenthem,hethought,mustbeherpalalyamileofforless.AhoughtaboutTurkishDelightandaboutbeingaKing("AndIwonderhowPeterwilllikethat?"heaskedhimself)andhorribleideascameintohishead.
"Hereweare,"saidMrBeaver,"anditlooksasifMrsBeaverisexpegus.Illleadtheway.Butbecarefulanddontslip.”
Thetopofthedamwaswideenoughtowalkon,thoughnot(forhumans)averyniceplacetowalkbecauseitwascoveredwithidthoughthefrozenpoolwaslevelwithitononeside,therewasanastydroptothelowerriveroher.AlongthisrouteMrBeaverledtheminsinglefilerightouttothemiddlewheretheycouldlookalongtheriverandalongwaydownit.Aheyhadreachedthemiddletheywereatthedoorofthehouse.
"Hereweare,MrsBeaver,"saidMrBeaver,"Ivefoundthem.HerearetheSonsandDaughtersofAdamandEve-andtheyallwentin.
ThefirstthingLuoticedasshewentinwasaburringsound,andthefirstthingshesawwasakindlookingoldshe-beaversittingintheerwithathreadinhermouthwbusilyathersewingmae,anditwasfromitthatthesoundcame.Shestoppedherworkandgotupassoonasthechildrencamein.
"Soyouveeatlast!"shesaid,holdingoutbothherwrinkledoldpaws."Atlast!TothinkthateverIshouldlivetoseethisday!ThepotatoesareonboilingalessingingandIdaresay,MrBeaver,youllgetussomefish.”
"ThatIwill,"saidMrBeaver,aoutofthehouse(Peterwentwithhim),andacrosstheiceofthedeeppooltowherehehadalittleholeintheicewhichhekeptopeneverydaywithhishatchet.Theytookapailwiththem.MrBeaversatdowlyattheedgeofthehole(hedidominditbeingsochilly),lookedhardintoit,thensuddenlyshotinhispaw,andbeforeyoucouldsayJackRobinsonhadwhiskedoutabeautifultrout.Thenhediditallainuntiltheyhadafichoffish.
MeanwhilethegirlswerehelpingMrsBeavertofillthekettleandlaythetableandcutthebreadandputtheplatesintheoveanddrawahugejugofbeerforMrBeaverfromabarrelwhichstoodinoneerofthehouse,andtoputonthefrying-panahedrippinghot.LucythoughttheBeavershadaverysnuglittlehomethoughitwasnotatalllikeMrTumnusscave.Therewerenobooksorpictures,andinsteadofbedstherewerebunks,likeonboardship,builtintothewall.Andtherewerehamsandstringsofonionshangingfromtheroof,andagainstthewallsweregumbootsandoilskinsandhatchetsandpairsofshearsandspadesandtrowelsandthingsforcarryingmortarinandfishing-rodsandfishisandsacks.Ahoable,thoughvery,wasveryrough.
Justasthefrying-panwasnicelyhissierandMrBeavercameinwiththefishwhichMrBeaverhadalreadyopehhisknifeandedoutintheopenair.Youthinkhowgoodthenew-caughtfishsmelledwhiletheywerefryingandhowthehungrychildrenlongedforthemtobedoneandhowverymugrierstilltheyhadbeebeforeMrBeaversaid,"Nowwerenearlyready."SusandraihepotatoesathemallbatheemptypottodryonthesideoftherangewhileLucywashelpingMrsBeavertodishupthetrout,sothatinaveryfewminuteseveryonewasdrawinguptheirstools(itwasallthree-leggedstoolsintheBeavershouseexceptforMrsBeaversownspecialrogchairbesidethefire)andpreparingtoenjoythemselves.Therewasajugofcreamymilkforthechildren(MrBeaverstucktobeer)andagreatbiglumpofdeepyellowbutterinthemiddleofthetablefromwhicheveryoookasmuchashewaogowithhispotatoes,andallthechildrenthought-andIagreewiththem-thattheresnothingtobeatgoodfreshwaterfishifyoueatitwhenithasbeenalivehalfanhoandhaseoutofthepanhalfaminuteago.
AheyhadfihefishMrsBeaverbroughtuedlyoutoftheoveandgloriouslystickymarmaladeroll,steaminghot,andatthesametimemovedthekettleontothefire,sothatwhentheyhadfihemarmaladerolltheteawasmadeaobepouredout.Andwheneachpersonhadgothis(orher)cupoftea,eachpersonshovedbackhis(orher)stoolsoastobeabletoleanagainstthewallandgavealongsighofte.
"Andnow,"saidMrBeaver,pushingawayhisemptybeermugandpullinghiscupofteatowardshim,"ifyoulljustwaittillIvegotmypipelitupandgoingnicely-why,nowwegettobusiness.Itssnowingagain,"headded,coghiseyeatthewindow.
"Thatsallthebetter,becauseitmeansweshanthaveanyvisitors;andifanyoneshouldhavebeentryingtofollowyou,whyhewontfindanytracks.”松语文学www.16sy.coM免费小说阅读
WHILEthetwoboyswerewhisperingbehind,boththegirlssuddenlycried"Oh!"andstopped.
"Therobin!"criedLucy,"therobin.Itsflownaway."Andsoithad-rightoutofsight.
"Andnowwhatarewetodo?"saidEdmund,givieralookwhichwasasmuchastosay"WhatdidItellyou?”
"Sh!Look!"saidSusan.
"What?"saidPeter.
"Theressomethingmovingamoreesovertheretotheleft.”
Theyallstaredashardastheycould,andveryfortable.
"Thereitgoesagain,"saidSusaly.
"Isawitthattimetoo,"saidPeter."Itsstillthere.Itsjustgonebehindthatbigtree.”
"Whatisit?"askedLucy,tryingveryhardnottosoundnervous.
"Whateveritis,"saidPeter,"itsdodgingus.Itssomethingthatdoesntwanttobeseen.”
"Letsgohome,"saidSusan.Ahoughnobodysaiditoutloud,everyonesuddenlyrealizedthesamefactthatEdmundhadwhisperedtoPeterattheendofthelastchapter.Theywerelost.
"Whatsitlike?"saidLucy.
"Its-itsakindofanimal,"saidSusan;andthen,"Look!Look!Quick!Thereitis.”
Theyallsawitthistime,awhiskeredfurryfacewhichhadlookedoutatthemfrombehindatree.Butthistimeitdidntimmediatelydrawbastead,theanimalputitspawagainstitsmouthjustashumansputtheirfiheirlipswhentheyaresignallingtoyoutobequiet.Thenitdisappearedagain.Thechildren,allstoodholdingtheirbreath.
Amomentlaterthestrangercameoutfrombehiree,glancedallroundasifitwereafraidsomeonewaswatg,said"Hush",madesignstothemtojoinitihickerbitofwoodwhereitwasstanding,andthenoncemoredisappeared.
"Iknowwhatitis,"saidPeter;"itsabeaver.Isawthetail.”
"Itwantsustogotoit,"saidSusan,"anditiswarningusnottomakeanoise.”
"Iknow,"saidPeter."Thequestionis,arewetogotoitornot?Whatdoyouthink,Lu?”
"Ithinkitsanicebeaver,"saidLucy.
"Yes,buthowdoweknow?"saidEdmund.
"Shantwehavetoriskit?"saidSusan."Imean,itsnogoodjuststandinghereandIfeelIwantsomedinner.”
AtthismomenttheBeaveragainpoppeditsheadoutfrombehireeandbeedearlytothem.
"eon,"saidPeter,"letsgiveitatry.Allkeepclosetogether.Weoughttobeamatchforonebeaverifitturnsouttobeanenemy.”
Sothechildrenallgotclosetogetherandwalkeduptothetreeandinbehindit,andthere,sureenough,theyfoundtheBeaver;butitstilldrewback,sayingtotheminahoarsethroatywhisper,"Furtherin,efurtherin.Rightinhere.Werenotsafeintheopen!”
Onlywhenithadledthemintoadarkspotwherefrewsoclosetogetherthattheirboughsmetandthebrowhandpineneedlescouldbeseenunderfootbecausenosnowhadbeeofallthere,diditbegintotalktothem.
"AreyoutheSonsofAdamandtheDaughtersofEve?"itsaid.
"Weresomeofthem,"saidPeter.
"S-s-s-sh!"saidtheBeaver,"notsoloudplease.Werenotsafeevenhere.”
"Why,whoareyouafraidof?"saidPeter."Theresnooneherebutourselves.”
"Therearethetrees,"saidtheBeaver."Theyrealwayslistening.Mostofthemareonourside,buttherearetreesthatwouldbetrayustoher;youknowwhoImean,"anditsheadseveraltimes.
"Ifitestotalkingaboutsides,"saidEdmund,"howdoweknowyoureafriend?”
"Notmeaningtoberude,MrBeaver,"addedPeter,"butyousee,werestrangers.”
"Quiteright,quiteright,"saidtheBeaver."Hereismytoken."Withthesewordsithelduptothemalittlewhiteobject.Theyalllookedatitinsurprise,tillsuddenlyLucysaid,"Oh,ofcourse.Itsmyhandkerchief-theoneIgavetopoorMrTumnus.”
"Thatsright,"saidtheBeaver."Poorfellow,hegotwindofthearrestbeforeitactuallyhappenedandhahisovertome.HesaidthatifanythinghappeohimImustmeetyouhereandtakeyouonto-"HeretheBeaversvoikintosilenditgave
owoverymysteriousnods.Thensignallingtothechildrentostandasclosearounditastheypossiblycould,sothattheirfaceswereactuallytickledbyitswhiskers,itaddedinalowwhisper-"TheysayAslanisonthemove-perhapshasalreadylanded.”
Andnowaverycuriousthinghappened.hechildrenknewwhoAslanwasanymorethanyoudo;butthemomenttheBeaverhadspokenthesewordseveryoquitedifferent.Perhapsithassometimeshappeoyouihatsomeonesayssomethingwhichyoudontuandbutinthedreamitfeelsasifithadsomeenormousmeaniheraterrifyingonewhichturnsthewholedreamintoanightmareorelsealovelymeaningtoolovelytoputintowords,whichmakesthedreamsobeautifulthatyourememberitallyourlifeandarealwayswishingyoucouldgetintothatdreamagain.Itwaslikethatnow.AtthenameofAslaneaeofthechildresomethingjumpinitsinside.Edmuasensationofmysterioushorror.Peterfeltsuddenlybraveandadventurous.Susaasifsomedeliellorsomedelightfulstrainofmusichadjustfloatedbyher.AndLucygotthefeelingyouhavewhenyouinthemandrealizethatitisthebeginningoftheholidaysorthebeginningofsummer.
"AndwhataboutMrTumnus,"saidLucy;"whereishe?”
"S-s-s-sh,"saidtheBeaver,"nothere.Imustbringyouwherewehavearealtalkandalsodinner.”
NooneexceptEdmuanydifficultyabouttrustingthebeavernow,andeveryone,includingEdmund,wasverygladtoheartheword"dinner".
Theythereforeallhurriedalongbehindtheirnewfriendwholedthematasurprisinglyquickpadalwaysihickestpartsoftheforest,foroveranhour.Everyonewasfeeliiredandveryhungrywhensuddenlythetreesbegahinnerinfrontofthemandthegroundtofallsteeplydownhill.Amiertheycameoutuheopensky(thesunwasstillshining)andfoundthemselveslookingdownonafinesight.
Theywerestandingontheedgeofasteep,narrowvalleyatthebottomofwhi-atleastitwouldhavebeenrunningifithadntbeenfrozen-afairlylargeriver.Justbelowthemadamhadbeenbuiltacrossthisriver,aheysawiteveryonesuddenlyrememberedthatofcoursebeaversarealwaysmakingdamsaquitesurethatMrBeaverhadmadethisoheyalsonoticedthathenowhadasortofmodestexpressiononhis,face-thesortoflookpeoplehavewhenyouarevisitingagardentheyvemadeorreadingastorytheyvewritten.SoitwasonlyonpolitenesswhenSusansaid,"Whatalovelydam!"AndMrBeaverdidntsay"Hush"thistimebut"Merelyatrifle!
Merelyatrifle!Anditisntreallyfinished!”
Abovethedamtherewaswhatoughttohavebeenadeeppoolbutwasnow,ofcourse,alevelfloorreenidbelowthedam,muchlowerdown,wasmoreice,but
insteadofbeingsmooththiswasallfrozenintothefoamyandwavyshapesinwhichthewaterhadbeenrushingalongattheverymomehefrostcame.Ahewaterhadbeentrigoverandspurtingthroughthedamtherewasnowaglitteringwalloficicles,asifthesideofthedamhadbeencoveredalloverwithflowersahsaoonsofthepurestsugar.Andoutinthemiddle,andpartlyontopofthedamwasafunnylittlehouseshapedratherlikeanenormousbeehiveandfromaholeintheroofsmokewasgoingup,sothatwhenyousawit{especiallyifyouwerehungry)youatohoughtofcookingandbecamehuhanyouwerebefore.
Thatwaswhattheotherschieflynoticed,butEdmundnotiethingelse.Alittlelowerdowntherivertherewasanothersmallriverwhichcamedownanothersmallvalleytojoinit.Andlookingupthatvalley,Edmundcouldseetwosmallhills,andhewasalmostsuretheywerethetwohillswhichtheWhiteWitchhadpoitohimwheedfromheratthelamp-postthatotherday.Aweenthem,hethought,mustbeherpalalyamileofforless.AhoughtaboutTurkishDelightandaboutbeingaKing("AndIwonderhowPeterwilllikethat?"heaskedhimself)andhorribleideascameintohishead.
"Hereweare,"saidMrBeaver,"anditlooksasifMrsBeaverisexpegus.Illleadtheway.Butbecarefulanddontslip.”
Thetopofthedamwaswideenoughtowalkon,thoughnot(forhumans)averyniceplacetowalkbecauseitwascoveredwithidthoughthefrozenpoolwaslevelwithitononeside,therewasanastydroptothelowerriveroher.AlongthisrouteMrBeaverledtheminsinglefilerightouttothemiddlewheretheycouldlookalongtheriverandalongwaydownit.Aheyhadreachedthemiddletheywereatthedoorofthehouse.
"Hereweare,MrsBeaver,"saidMrBeaver,"Ivefoundthem.HerearetheSonsandDaughtersofAdamandEve-andtheyallwentin.
ThefirstthingLuoticedasshewentinwasaburringsound,andthefirstthingshesawwasakindlookingoldshe-beaversittingintheerwithathreadinhermouthwbusilyathersewingmae,anditwasfromitthatthesoundcame.Shestoppedherworkandgotupassoonasthechildrencamein.
"Soyouveeatlast!"shesaid,holdingoutbothherwrinkledoldpaws."Atlast!TothinkthateverIshouldlivetoseethisday!ThepotatoesareonboilingalessingingandIdaresay,MrBeaver,youllgetussomefish.”
"ThatIwill,"saidMrBeaver,aoutofthehouse(Peterwentwithhim),andacrosstheiceofthedeeppooltowherehehadalittleholeintheicewhichhekeptopeneverydaywithhishatchet.Theytookapailwiththem.MrBeaversatdowlyattheedgeofthehole(hedidominditbeingsochilly),lookedhardintoit,thensuddenlyshotinhispaw,andbeforeyoucouldsayJackRobinsonhadwhiskedoutabeautifultrout.Thenhediditallainuntiltheyhadafichoffish.
MeanwhilethegirlswerehelpingMrsBeavertofillthekettleandlaythetableandcutthebreadandputtheplatesintheoveanddrawahugejugofbeerforMrBeaverfromabarrelwhichstoodinoneerofthehouse,andtoputonthefrying-panahedrippinghot.LucythoughttheBeavershadaverysnuglittlehomethoughitwasnotatalllikeMrTumnusscave.Therewerenobooksorpictures,andinsteadofbedstherewerebunks,likeonboardship,builtintothewall.Andtherewerehamsandstringsofonionshangingfromtheroof,andagainstthewallsweregumbootsandoilskinsandhatchetsandpairsofshearsandspadesandtrowelsandthingsforcarryingmortarinandfishing-rodsandfishisandsacks.Ahoable,thoughvery,wasveryrough.
Justasthefrying-panwasnicelyhissierandMrBeavercameinwiththefishwhichMrBeaverhadalreadyopehhisknifeandedoutintheopenair.Youthinkhowgoodthenew-caughtfishsmelledwhiletheywerefryingandhowthehungrychildrenlongedforthemtobedoneandhowverymugrierstilltheyhadbeebeforeMrBeaversaid,"Nowwerenearlyready."SusandraihepotatoesathemallbatheemptypottodryonthesideoftherangewhileLucywashelpingMrsBeavertodishupthetrout,sothatinaveryfewminuteseveryonewasdrawinguptheirstools(itwasallthree-leggedstoolsintheBeavershouseexceptforMrsBeaversownspecialrogchairbesidethefire)andpreparingtoenjoythemselves.Therewasajugofcreamymilkforthechildren(MrBeaverstucktobeer)andagreatbiglumpofdeepyellowbutterinthemiddleofthetablefromwhicheveryoookasmuchashewaogowithhispotatoes,andallthechildrenthought-andIagreewiththem-thattheresnothingtobeatgoodfreshwaterfishifyoueatitwhenithasbeenalivehalfanhoandhaseoutofthepanhalfaminuteago.
AheyhadfihefishMrsBeaverbroughtuedlyoutoftheoveandgloriouslystickymarmaladeroll,steaminghot,andatthesametimemovedthekettleontothefire,sothatwhentheyhadfihemarmaladerolltheteawasmadeaobepouredout.Andwheneachpersonhadgothis(orher)cupoftea,eachpersonshovedbackhis(orher)stoolsoastobeabletoleanagainstthewallandgavealongsighofte.
"Andnow,"saidMrBeaver,pushingawayhisemptybeermugandpullinghiscupofteatowardshim,"ifyoulljustwaittillIvegotmypipelitupandgoingnicely-why,nowwegettobusiness.Itssnowingagain,"headded,coghiseyeatthewindow.
"Thatsallthebetter,becauseitmeansweshanthaveanyvisitors;andifanyoneshouldhavebeentryingtofollowyou,whyhewontfindanytracks.”松语文学www.16sy.coM免费小说阅读
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