Then winter came, with frost and snow. The old dog lay all day under the stove in the parlour. The crab-apple-tree stood outside in the snow, with the queer stone under her branch.
When spring returned, the dog, one day, came jogging round the fence.
It took longer than last year and he was now almost quite blind in the other eye as well. But he found his way to the apple-tree and rubbed himself, so that she saw that he still had those fleas4.
"All going as usual, Dog?"
"Yes, Apple-Tree.... Same with you?"
"Well, I'll tell you," said the tree. "I daresay you remember that stone the blackbird brought me? Well, look here, some time ago, I felt a most curious pricking6 and itching7 and aching just where it was."
"Now listen," said the tree. "It was a most unpleasant sensation. And then my branch swelled8 up at the place where the stone was...."
"It's a flea, it's a flea!" cried the dog. "There's no doubt about it. Just rub yourself up against me, old Apple-Tree! It's only fair that I should make you a return for your kindness."
"What does a flea look like?" asked the apple-tree.
"We-ell," said the dog and rubbed himself. "They're that sort of chaps, you know, that one really never has time to see them."
"Has a flea green leaves?"
"Not that I know of," said the dog.
"Come and look up here," said the tree. "There ... on my lowest branch ... just above your head ... is that a flea?"
The old dog stood on his hind-legs and blinked with his blind eyes:
"I can't see so far," he said. "But I have never been able to see the fleas on my own tail, so that doesn't mean anything."
Then he slunk away.
But, a little later, a thin voice came from the apple-tree's branch and said:
"I am not a flea. I am the mistletoe."
"Well, I'm no wiser," said the apple-tree.
"I'm a plant like yourself," said the voice. "I shall turn into a bush ... with roots and branches and flowers and leaves and all the rest of it."
"Then why don't you grow in the ground like us?" asked the crab-apple-tree.
"That happens not to be my nature," said the mistletoe.
"Then you have a nasty nature," said the apple-tree and shook herself furiously, so that her white blossoms trembled. "For I understand this much, that I shall have to feed you, you sluggard9!"
"Yes, please, if you will be so good," said the mistletoe. "I have my roots fixed10 in you already; and I am growing day by day. Later on, I shall put forth little green blossoms. They're not much to look at; but then the berries will come, beautiful, juicy white berries: the blackbird is quite mad on them."
"The blackbird is a very fine bird," said the apple-tree; "but, if he wants to dine off me, he can eat my own apples."
"You mustn't think that I have berries for the blackbird's sake," said the mistletoe. "Inside the berry there is a stone; and in the stone my seed lies. And the stone is so sticky that it hangs tight on to the blackbird's beak11, until he manages to rub it off on some good old apple-tree or other, who will be a foster-mother to my children, as you have been to me."
"You're a nice family, upon my word!" said the apple-tree. "Aren't you ashamed to live upon other people's labour? And can't you cast your seed on the ground, as every one else does, and leave it to look after itself?"
"No," said the mistletoe, "I can't. But it's no use my explaining that to you. There is something mysterious and refined about me that raises me above the common trees. Men and women understand it. They have surrounded me with beautiful and curious legends and ballads12. Just think, over in England they simply can't keep Christmas without hanging a bunch of me from the ceiling. Then, when they dance and come under the bunch, they are allowed to kiss each other."
"Pooh!" said the crab-apple-tree. "That's nothing to talk about. Why, there isn't an engaged couple in the whole parish but has sat in my shade and kissed."
"You miss the point of it, old friend," said the mistletoe. "Engaged couples can kiss wherever they please. But those who dance under the mistletoe may kiss each other even if they are not engaged."
"You horrid13, immoral14 foreigner!" said the apple-tree. "But one can't expect anything else from the sort of life you lead. Well, it's to be hoped that you'll freeze to bits in the winter."
"Indeed, I shall do no such thing," replied the mistletoe. "When your leaves are withered15 and fallen and you stand strutting16 with your bare branches in the snow, mine will be just as fresh and green as now. I am evergreen17 you must know: green in winter and green in spring."
The crab-apple-tree was so exasperated18 that she was quite unable to reply. But, when the dog came next day, she told him all about it.
"Then he is a flea, after all," said the old dog. "In a fashion. You must manage to rub him off you: that's the only thing that helps a bit."
"I am not a dog to run and rub myself," said the apple-tree. "But, all the same, it's hard for a respectable tree to have to put up with this sort of thing in her old age."
"Take it calmly now!" said the mistletoe. "Who knows but that you'll end by being glad to have me?"
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1 loft | |
n.阁楼,顶楼 | |
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2 sprout | |
n.芽,萌芽;vt.使发芽,摘去芽;vi.长芽,抽条 | |
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adv.向前;向外,往外 | |
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n.跳蚤( flea的名词复数 );爱财如命;没好气地(拒绝某人的要求) | |
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5 flea | |
n.跳蚤 | |
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6 pricking | |
刺,刺痕,刺痛感 | |
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adj.贪得的,痒的,渴望的v.发痒( itch的现在分词 ) | |
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增强( swell的过去式和过去分词 ); 肿胀; (使)凸出; 充满(激情) | |
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11 beak | |
n.鸟嘴,茶壶嘴,钩形鼻 | |
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民歌,民谣,特别指叙述故事的歌( ballad的名词复数 ); 讴 | |
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adj. 枯萎的,干瘪的,(人身体的部分器官)因病萎缩的或未发育良好的 动词wither的过去式和过去分词形式 | |
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