Just a drop at first, but the Scouts3 had been expecting it; the wind had shifted, and there was likelihood of a steady downpour for some time, as their weather-eyes told them. "It's really rather a chouse, though, just when the hut's ready, isn't it?" grumbled4 Peter, who hated to tear himself away from his newly completed handiwork.
"The weather'll test it, anyway," remarked Robin5, gazing at the little erection with critical eyes. "Now we shall know if the trench6 is really deep enough to carry away the water without soaking the place through, and whether that way of thatching really answers well, starting to thatch2 from the bottom and working up, so that the rain may drain off the side of the hut instead of drenching7 through."
"Well, that's one way of looking at it, I suppose," said Peter more resignedly.
"And I'll tell you what I think," said Jan, "I think it's a very good thing that the rain's begun early, if it had got to come. Brownie's got that lumber8-room crammed9 with stuff, and a lot of hard work's got to be done by somebody or other before you boys can sleep there. And you'll have to, to-night, just look at the sky. Suppose we heap up the dixies and everything into the new hut, and go straight to the Cottage and turn to."
In a very few minutes they had started acting10 on her suggestions. The rain was coming down now in large steady drops, and there was certainly every likelihood of a drenching night. The boys were not afraid of rain; they would have preferred to test the new hut's weather-proof properties by sleeping there through any weather, but they had given their word, and that was the end of the matter. The dixies were put away safely into the little hut, and the three set off in fairly good spirits for Island Cottage. After all, they had had a week's camping out already, and probably there were many more days and nights of it ahead for them; they would take one night's rest under a roof with as good a grace as they knew how.
But an afternoon's good hard work lay between them and any possibility of a good night. The upstairs attic11 was a perfect chaos12 of muddled13 lumber; "and has been, my dears, since we came here," said Brownie, "fifteen years ago, as I remember well."
"Who lived here before you, Brownie?" asked Robin. "It was a year before I was born, you see, so I don't remember."
"Sure, my dear, don't I remember that. 'Twas—well, 'twas young Hooker, gamekeeper he was, in your grandfather's days, but youngish for the job. I can see him now, a fine upstanding chap he was." The old dame15 heaved a sigh.
"Young, was he? Why did he leave then? Where is he now?" inquired Peter standing14 still for a minute with an armful of boxes.
"Sure, I can't tell you. 'Twas dismissed that he was. Into disgrace he fell, at the time of all the trouble," said Brownie. "Same age as Master——" she bustled16 away, muttering to herself.
"Same age as who, Brownie?" inquired quick-eared Jan, who, armed with a duster and a mop, looked quite as busy as she really was.
But the old woman did not appear to hear the question; she made for the door. "You'll be wanting your teas after all the help that you're giving, my dears, and the kettle's not on," she announced, and disappeared down the creaking stair.
"There's certainly a mystery. A—choo!" Peter's voice began on an impressive note and finished up with a sneeze. "Begorra, what dust, Robin! What d'you think it means?"
"I—don't—know." Robin's voice sounded abstracted; he was gazing at a photograph that he held in his hand—an old, old faded snapshot of a young man fishing. "I—picked this up when a lot of rubbish fell down," he said; "but—who is it? It's taken on the Island by the river, and—it's like Dad. But—it's not the same smile. Much younger too, of course, but—whoever can it be?"
"A relation, anyway," said Jan, peering over his shoulder.
"I'll ask Brownie," said Peter, and, suiting the action, to the word, he seized the little portrait and made his way downstairs. "I say, who's this?" he inquired; "this man—is it an old picture of Dad, Brownie, d'you know? Because, well, it can't be, and yet——" He stopped and stared. "It's only a snapshot, Brownie; it's not a ghost," he continued, "nor a bomb, you know. Who is it?—that's all I was asking."
"Aye, my dear, I hear right well what you're asking," said the old woman; "I see right well too that it's but a photograph, as you say. He and Hooker was always together; 'twas one of Hooker's taking, I make no doubt, seeing as it's upstairs still. Like David and Jonathan, so I've heard folks say, and——"
"But—who is it?" inquired Peter, with wonder in his eyes.
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adj.拉紧的,绷紧的,紧张的 | |
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vt.用茅草覆盖…的顶部;n.茅草(屋) | |
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侦察员[机,舰]( scout的名词复数 ); 童子军; 搜索; 童子军成员 | |
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4 grumbled | |
抱怨( grumble的过去式和过去分词 ); 发牢骚; 咕哝; 发哼声 | |
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n.知更鸟,红襟鸟 | |
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n./v.(挖)沟,(挖)战壕 | |
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n.湿透v.使湿透( drench的现在分词 );在某人(某物)上大量使用(某液体) | |
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n.木材,木料;v.以破旧东西堆满;伐木;笨重移动 | |
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adj.塞满的,挤满的;大口地吃;快速贪婪地吃v.把…塞满;填入;临时抱佛脚( cram的过去式) | |
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n.演戏,行为,假装;adj.代理的,临时的,演出用的 | |
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