Would they come back for her? The children’s voices and footsteps grew fainter and fainter, till at last they died quite away in the distance, and the robin1 began singing again on the branch over her head. Presently the little bird caught sight of Dolly, and flew down and looked at her with his bright eyes, and then a tiny field-mouse ran round and over her with her little light paws—which must have tickled2, but still Dolly never moved, and a wise old beetle3 came out of his hole, and twiddled his long whiskers as he peered at her curiously4.
“Sweet! sweet!” said the robin. “Who is she?”
“Twee! twee!” whispered the mouse. “I don’t know!”
“Hum, hu-um!” buzzed the beetle. “Why doesn’t she speak?”
But Dolly didn’t say a word!
Now, eventide came, and the sun grew tired, and put himself to bed under a crimson-and-gold counterpane. The robin found a comfortable twig5 on which to perch6, and tucked his head under his wing. The mouse went home to her babies, of whom she had six—all packed warm and tight in a neat little nest hung on to a cornstalk in the next field. And the beetle spread his shining wings and went for a fly round before he, too, rolled himself in a roseleaf blanket and went to sleep! But Dolly never closed her eyes!
Then the great stars lit their lamps, and looked down at her through the fern-fronds, but if they said anything no one heard them—they were too far off!
“Dolly, dear Dolly, where are you?” cried a little voice, and little footsteps came pressing through the tall bracken fern.
But Dolly didn’t answer!
“Dolly! Dolly! Oh! I wish I could find my Dolly!” There were tears in the little voice now, and the footsteps were more hurried. Yet Dolly lay still!
The sobs7 grew louder and louder, the little feet almost touched Dolly as she lay hidden under the big foxglove; then the little steps went on, and the sobs grew fainter in the distance, and Dolly lay still staring up at the sky!
So the days went by, and the winter came, and the falling leaves drifted over Dolly, and the snow covered her, but she never moved nor shivered—till one day in spring-time a great wind arose, which blew all the dead dry leaves away in little rustling8 dances—and lo! John the woodman caught sight of Dolly’s pink cheeks and blue eyes still staring up at the sky!
And he took Dolly home in his pocket!
M. A. Hoyer.
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1 robin | |
n.知更鸟,红襟鸟 | |
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2 tickled | |
(使)发痒( tickle的过去式和过去分词 ); (使)愉快,逗乐 | |
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3 beetle | |
n.甲虫,近视眼的人 | |
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4 curiously | |
adv.有求知欲地;好问地;奇特地 | |
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5 twig | |
n.小树枝,嫩枝;v.理解 | |
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6 perch | |
n.栖木,高位,杆;v.栖息,就位,位于 | |
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啜泣(声),呜咽(声)( sob的名词复数 ) | |
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n. 瑟瑟声,沙沙声 adj. 发沙沙声的 | |
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焦躁的,附有弦马的,腐蚀的 | |
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