第 2 节
作者:青词      更新:2021-02-19 17:42      字数:9322
  doors and look into rooms。  〃What desolation!〃 she heard one voice say。  〃That pretty; pretty woman! I suppose the child; too。  I heard there was a child; though no one ever saw her。〃
  Mary was standing in the middle of the nursery when they opened the door a few minutes later。  She looked an ugly; cross little thing and was frowning because she was beginning to be hungry and feel disgracefully neglected。 The first man who came in was a large officer she had once seen talking to her father。  He looked tired and troubled; but when he saw her he was so startled that he almost jumped back。
  〃Barney!〃 he cried out。  〃There is a child here! A child alone! In a place like this! Mercy on us; who is she!〃
  〃I am Mary Lennox;〃 the little girl said; drawing herself up stiffly。  She thought the man was very rude to call her father's bungalow 〃A place like this!〃 〃I fell asleep when everyone had the cholera and I have only just wakened up。 Why does nobody come?〃
  〃It is the child no one ever saw!〃 exclaimed the man; turning to his companions。  〃She has actually been forgotten!〃
  〃Why was I forgotten?〃 Mary said; stamping her foot。 〃Why does nobody come?〃
  The young man whose name was Barney looked at her very sadly。 Mary even thought she saw him wink his eyes as if to wink tears away。
  〃Poor little kid!〃 he said。  〃There is nobody left to come。〃
  It was in that strange and sudden way that Mary found out that she had neither father nor mother left; that they had died and been carried away in the night; and that the few native servants who had not died also had left the house as quickly as they could get out of it; none of them even remembering that there was a Missie Sahib。 That was why the place was so quiet。  It was true that there was no one in the bungalow but herself and the little rustling snake。
  Chapter II
  MISTRESS MARY QUITE CONTRARY
  Mary had liked to look at her mother from a distance and she had thought her very pretty; but as she knew very little of her she could scarcely have been expected to love her or to miss her very much when she was gone。 She did not miss her at all; in fact; and as she was a self…absorbed child she gave her entire thought to herself; as she had always done。  If she had been older she would no doubt have been very anxious at being left alone in the world; but she was very young; and as she had always been taken care of; she supposed she always would be。 What she thought was that she would like to know if she was going to nice people; who would be polite to her and give her her own way as her Ayah and the other native servants had done。
  She knew that she was not going to stay at the English clergyman's house where she was taken at first。  She did not want to stay。  The English clergyman was poor and he had five children nearly all the same age and they wore shabby clothes and were always quarreling and snatching toys from each other。  Mary hated their untidy bungalow and was so disagreeable to them that after the first day or two nobody would play with her。  By the second day they had given her a nickname which made her furious。
  It was Basil who thought of it first。  Basil was a little boy with impudent blue eyes and a turned…up nose; and Mary hated him。  She was playing by herself under a tree; just as she had been playing the day the cholera broke out。 She was making heaps of earth and paths for a garden and Basil came and stood near to watch her。  Presently he got rather interested and suddenly made a suggestion。
  〃Why don't you put a heap of stones there and pretend it is a rockery?〃 he said。  〃There in the middle;〃 and he leaned over her to point。
  〃Go away!〃 cried Mary。  〃I don't want boys。  Go away!〃
  For a moment Basil looked angry; and then he began to tease。 He was always teasing his sisters。  He danced round and round her and made faces and sang and laughed。
  〃Mistress Mary; quite contrary;           How does your garden grow?           With silver bells; and cockle shells;           And marigolds all in a row。〃
  He sang it until the other children heard and laughed; too; and the crosser Mary got; the more they sang 〃Mistress Mary; quite contrary〃; and after that as long as she stayed with them they called her 〃Mistress Mary Quite Contrary〃 when they spoke of her to each other; and often when they spoke to her。
  〃You are going to be sent home;〃 Basil said to her; 〃at the end of the week。  And we're glad of it。〃
  〃I am glad of it; too;〃 answered Mary。  〃Where is home?〃
  〃She doesn't know where home is!〃 said Basil; with seven…year…old scorn。  〃It's England; of course。 Our grandmama lives there and our sister Mabel was sent to her last year。  You are not going to your grandmama。 You have none。  You are going to your uncle。  His name is Mr。 Archibald Craven。〃
  〃I don't know anything about him;〃 snapped Mary。
  〃I know you don't;〃 Basil answered。  〃You don't know anything。 Girls never do。  I heard father and mother talking about him。 He lives in a great; big; desolate old house in the country and no one goes near him。  He's so cross he won't let them; and they wouldn't come if he would let them。 He's a hunchback; and he's horrid。〃 〃I don't believe you;〃 said Mary; and she turned her back and stuck her fingers in her ears; because she would not listen any more。
  But she thought over it a great deal afterward; and when Mrs。 Crawford told her that night that she was going to sail away to England in a few days and go to her uncle; Mr。 Archibald Craven; who lived at Misselthwaite Manor; she looked so stony and stubbornly uninterested that they did not know what to think about her。  They tried to be kind to her; but she only turned her face away when Mrs。 Crawford attempted to kiss her; and held herself stiffly when Mr。 Crawford patted her shoulder。
  〃She is such a plain child;〃 Mrs。 Crawford said pityingly; afterward。  〃And her mother was such a pretty creature。 She had a very pretty manner; too; and Mary has the most unattractive ways I ever saw in a child。  The children call her ‘Mistress Mary Quite Contrary;' and though it's naughty of them; one can't help understanding it。〃
  〃Perhaps if her mother had carried her pretty face and her pretty manners oftener into the nursery Mary might have learned some pretty ways too。  It is very sad; now the poor beautiful thing is gone; to remember that many people never even knew that she had a child at all。〃
  〃I believe she scarcely ever looked at her;〃 sighed Mrs。 Crawford。  〃When her Ayah was dead there was no one to give a thought to the little thing。 Think of the servants running away and leaving her all alone in that deserted bungalow。  Colonel McGrew said he nearly jumped out of his skin when he opened the door and found her standing by herself in the middle of the room。〃
  Mary made the long voyage to England under the care of an officer's wife; who was taking her children to leave them in a boarding…school。 She was very much absorbed in her own little boy and girl; and was rather glad to hand the child over to the woman Mr。 Archibald Craven sent to meet her; in London。  The woman was his housekeeper at Misselthwaite Manor; and her name was Mrs。 Medlock。 She was a stout woman; with very red cheeks and sharp black eyes。  She wore a very purple dress; a black silk mantle with jet fringe on it and a black bonnet with purple velvet flowers which stuck up and trembled when she moved her head。  Mary did not like her at all; but as she very seldom liked people there was nothing remarkable in that; besides which it was very evident Mrs。 Medlock did not think much of her。
  〃My word! she's a plain little piece of goods!〃 she said。 〃And we'd heard that her mother was a beauty。  She hasn't handed much of it down; has she; ma'am?〃 〃Perhaps she will improve as she grows older;〃 the officer's wife said good…naturedly。 〃If she were not so sallow and had a nicer expression; her features are rather good。 Children alter so much。〃
  〃She'll have to alter a good deal;〃 answered Mrs。 Medlock。 〃And; there's nothing likely to improve children at Misselthwaiteif you ask me!〃 They thought Mary was not listening because she was standing a little apart from them at the window of the private hotel they had gone to。 She was watching the passing buses and cabs and people; but she heard quite well and was made very curious about her uncle and the place he lived in。  What sort of a place was it; and what would he be like? What was a hunchback? She had never seen one。  Perhaps there were none in India。
  Since she had been living in other people's houses and had had no Ayah; she had begun to feel lonely and to think queer thoughts which were new to her。 She had begun to wonder why she had never seemed to belong to anyone even when her father and mother had been alive。 Other children seemed to belong to their fathers and mothers; but she had never seemed to really be anyone's little girl。 She had had servants; and food and clothes; but no one had taken any notice of her。  She did not know that this was because she was a disagreeable child; but then; of course; she did not know she was disagreeable。 She often thought that other people were; but she did not know that she was so herself。
  She thought Mrs。 Medlock the most disa