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CHAPTER XII. THREE COURSES, ONE SHILLING.
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“Yesterday’s errors let yesterday cover;
Yesterday’s wounds which smarted and bled
Are healed with the healing which night has shed.”
POPPET had been for lunch with Esther or Meg to the Fresh Food and Ice Company, Quong Tart’s, and such places on various occasions. But the restaurant to which Malcolm and Martha took her was quite a new experience. She did not know the name of the street it was in, but it was not very far from the Quay2, and there was a rather mixed, if interesting, assembly of diners. Not that it was a particularly low-class place; it had a very good name for the excellency of its food and its moderate prices, and its patrons comprised poor clerks who minded fashion less than a good dinner,—tradesmen, sailors, and occasional wharf3 labourers. Martha had asked Malcolm whether, as she had Poppet with her, they had better go to some place higher up town. Malcolm, 138who dined there regularly, seemed to see no reason why he should change his custom for a little slip of a girl under ten.
 
As for Poppet, it was all one with her where she went, and while Martha and Malcolm were studying the bill of fare, she fell to watching some sailors at an adjoining table with the deepest interest.
 
“Now, Miss Poppet,” said Martha, “what will you have? Me and Malcolm have fixed4 on sucking pig, sweet potatoes and baked pumpkin5, but I think you’d better have something plainer; there’s roast mutton, or corned beef, or beefsteak pie.”
 
“Why,” said Poppet, “we have those things at home. No, I’ll have sucking pig too, please, Martha; I like tasting new things.”
 
“Did you ever!” remarked Martha, looking troubled; “it might make you ill, Miss Poppet dear. Have corned beef like a good little girl.”
 
But Poppet could be firm on occasion. She did not dine at a restaurant every day, and when she did she had no intention of confining herself to ordinary things.
 
“Sucking pig for two,” said Malcolm to the waiter, and paused for Poppet’s order.
 
“For three,” said Poppet, softly but firmly. While he had gone to execute the order, she 139occupied herself with considering what pudding she would have. There were five or six down on the list: plum duff, apple pie and custard, treacle6 roly-poly, stewed7 pears, and macaroni and cheese. She was wavering between macaroni and plum duff, when the waiter returned with the three great steaming plates of sucking pig and vegetables.
 
Malcolm and Martha were soon busily occupied, both considering it would be sheer wilful8 waste, after paying a shilling each, to leave an atom on their plates; but Poppet found a very little satisfying, and fell to watching the sailors again.
 
She heard them give their orders—five of them, each a different meat and different vegetables; she wondered how the waiter could keep it all in his head, and watched quite anxiously when he returned with the tray to see if he made any mistake.
 
Just behind the screen where they filled the trays somebody stood handing plate after plate to the one busy waiter. Presently, as the place filled more and more she heard him say he must have some one to help at once, a number of people were waiting.
 
A boy in a long white apron9 stepped out from the screen, a tray with three corned beefs, two sucking pigs, and a roast mutton in his hand.
 
140“Miss Poppet, dear, do eat up your potato,” said Martha, pausing with a knifeload midway between her plate and mouth. But Poppet’s face was deadly pale, and in her eyes was a look of strange wildness.
 
“She’s ill,” said Martha; “I knew she oughtn’t to have it.” She looked at Malcolm in a helpless way for a second, and then pushed back her chair to go round to the child.
 
But Poppet flung up her arms, and with a wild, piercing shriek10 darted11 from her place and flew across the room.
 
There was a crash of crockery, one of those slow, piece-after-piece crashes, when you wonder if there can be anything left to be broken, angry words from the waiter and manager, confusion and laughter on the part of the diners, blankest amazement12 on the faces of Martha and Malcolm, and in the midst a small girl in a white frock and big hat clinging frantically13 to “a tallish little boy with brown eyes and dark, rough hair,”—a shabby, white-faced boy in a waiter’s apron.
 
“Oh-h-h-h!” she sobbed14, “oh-h-h! oh-h-h-h! Bunty!” She laughed and sobbed and laughed again.
 
This extraordinary scene went on for two or three minutes; then the manager recovered his wits and began to storm, and Martha, still wearing an 141expression of stupefaction, made her way to the group.
 
Malcolm, after an expressive15 shoulder shrug16, returned to his sucking pig, which he was enjoying immensely.
 
“There’s nothing them kids could do as ’ud surprise me,” he said, as he took a fresh supply of mustard and settled down again.
 
He had known the family for seven years, so the remark was not unjustifiable. Martha had withdrawn17 to a back room with the manager. She explained that his young waiter was the son of a gentleman; 142she gave him Captain Woolcot’s address that he might be reimbursed18 for the breakages.
 
“But ’owever he got ’ere, so help me, I can’t imagine,” she said. “Why, he’s in America.” She put out her hand to touch the lad and feel if he were real flesh and blood, the evidence of her senses could not be accredited19. “It’s really you, is it?” she said slowly.
 
But Bunty did not answer; he seemed half stupefied, and was standing20 perfectly21 still, while Poppet sobbed and asked questions and clung to him.
 
Such a tall, gaunt boy he had grown. His face was thin and sharp, there was a look of silent suffering in his eyes and round his lips, his clothes hung loosely on him, and were threadbare to the last degree.
 
“Get your hat and come with us, Master John,” she said, a touch of her old sharpness in her manner to him. “Don’t take on so, Miss Poppet. Hush22! every one is looking at you; be quiet now, and we’ll go to the Gardens, or somewhere where we can talk, and then we’ll go home.”
 
“I can’t go home,” Bunty said faintly.
 
He wondered if those five terrible months behind him were a dream; or if little trembling Poppet, who was holding him so tightly, was a vision his disordered imagination had called up.
 
143“Oh, I can’t go home, of course,” he said, and pushed his thick hair back in a tired kind of way. “Hush, Poppet; go home with Martha like a good girl, and, on no account, say you’ve seen me. Promise me——”
 
He did not wait for an answer, however, but made fresh confusion by fainting dead away on the floor at Martha’s feet.
 
The manager of the restaurant felt himself a very ill-used man that such things should happen at his busiest time; but he was not inhuman23, and the boy’s deathly face and the little girl’s exceeding distress24 touched him. Besides, Malcolm was his most regular customer; it would be unwise to offend him. So he helped to lift the boy into an inner room, gave Martha brandy and water, and recommended burnt feathers.
 
“I’ll go and send a tellygrum for the Captain,” Malcolm said, picking up his hat. He too felt ill-used, for there were some choice morsels25 still on his plate, and there was no knowing when he would get his pudding.
 
But Poppet caught his coat sleeve.
 
“Not father, on any account,” she said. “Esther, or Meg, or even Pip—but oh, not father!”
 
“No, you’d better not fetch the Captain,” Martha said. “Oh no, he wouldn’t do at all. Better 144telegraph for Miss Meg—she’s got a head on her. The missus is ill with a headache, so it’s no good fetching her—yes, send for Miss Meg.”
 
It was between half-past one and two when all this happened; at five Bunty was half-sitting, half-lying on the old, springless sofa in the nursery. Poppet had squeezed herself on the half-inch of space he had left, and was gazing at him, a look of great content and unspeakable love on her little face; and Meg on the low rocking-chair beside them was holding a hand of each.
 
The others had been turned out. Bunty lay with his face to the wall and his lips shut in a dogged kind of way when they had all crowded round asking questions; and at last Meg, seeing he was totally unfit for any excitement or distress, persuaded them to leave him to Poppet and herself till he was stronger.
 
And when the room was quiet, and Meg rocking softly to and fro, and Poppet occasionally rubbing her smooth little cheek against his old coat, he told them everything of his own accord.
 
He had not been to America at all, he had never even heard of a boat called the Isabella; it must have been some other boy the police had heard of, and a chance resemblance that made them connect the two.
 
145He had been in or near Sydney all the time, living he hardly knew how. The first month he had done odd jobs, fetched and carried for a grocer in Botany. Then he had managed to get a place on a rough farm in the Lane Cove1 district, where he was paid four shillings a week and given board and lodging—of a kind. But there had been a long spell of rainy weather and rough westerly winds, and he had been in wet things sometimes from morning to night.
 
“And it gave me fever—rheumatic—pretty badly,” he said; “so they shipped me down to the hospital here in Sydney.”
 
Poppet buried her nose in the sofa cushion, and Meg gave an exclamation26 of horror.
 
“And you didn’t tell the people who you were, and send for us?” she said, wondering if this could be the same boy who, when he was small, required the sympathies of the house if he scratched his knees.
 
“How could I?” was Bunty’s low reply, “when you didn’t know about that!”
 
Meg held his hand closer.
 
“Didn’t the people at the hospital ask who you were?” she said.
 
“I told them I hadn’t any home, and my name was John Thomson,” he answered. “Of course they 146thought I was nothing but a farm boy. Well, I was there a long time—about two months, I think; it seemed like years.”
 
Meg’s face was pale, and her eyes full of hot tears.
 
She pictured the poor lad lying in that hospital bed week after week, strange faces all around him, strange hands ministering to him,—weak, racked with pain, and yet with almost incredible strength of mind persevering27 in his determination not to let his family know anything.
 
“How could you help sending for us?” she said, in a low tone.
 
He moved his head a little restlessly.
 
“I knew you were all sick of me, and ashamed of me. I know I’m not like the rest of you, and I kept saying I’d get well and work hard and do something to make you respect me before I came back.”
 
Respect him! In Poppet’s eyes Nelson was less of a hero, Gordon had infinitely28 less claim to glory.
 
“Two or three times I nearly told the nurse,” he continued, half-shamefacedly; “the pain was pretty bad, I couldn’t go to sleep for it, and I thought I’d like Poppet to come,”—he gave her hand a rough squeeze,—“but then I used to stuff the blanket in my mouth and bite it, and it kept me from telling 147her. I used to have to shut my eyes so I shouldn’t see her coming to my end of the ward29; I used to get so frightened I’d say it without meaning to.”
 
“And then,” said Meg—the narration30 was almost too painful—“what did you do then—when you got better?”
 
The rest of the story he hurried over; it made him shudder31 a little to think of it all, now he was lying in this dear old room with two faces full of love close to him.
 
He had not been strong enough for any regular work after he came from the hospital. He had twelve shillings of his wages left, and this kept him for a fortnight, with the help of what he received for an odd job or two. The last week had been the worst of all. On Saturday he had elevenpence only left; he lived on it that day, Sunday, and Monday, sleeping in the Domain32 at night. On Tuesday he had in the course of his wanderings come to Malcolm’s favourite restaurant, and lingered around it, trying to feed his poor hungry body with the appetising smells that issued from the door. At last he could bear it no longer; he went in and asked if they wanted a boy to wash up or wait, offering to do so in return for food and a bed at night. They had been very pushed for help, for one of the waiters had fallen ill, and they told him 148he could try it for a day or two. All Tuesday he worked hard there, washing up, peeling potatoes, running errands; the meals seemed more than ample repayment33 to him in his half-starved state.
 
On Wednesday the absent waiter had sent word to say he would be at his duties the following day. Just as Bunty was lading his tray to carry it round he dropped a couple of tumblers,—he had broken two or three things the previous day,—and the manager in annoyance34 told him he could stay the rest of the day but need not come back to-morrow. Sick at heart at the thought of the streets again, the poor boy had picked up his tray and gone out into the big room with it.
 
And the next minute there came that wild, glad shriek, and Poppet had flung herself upon him half mad with joy.
 
Just as the tale ended Nellie burst into the room. She went straight over to the sofa and fell down on her knees beside it.
 
“Oh, how can you ever forgive us, Bunty!” she said, tears brimming over in her eyes. “Oh, Bunty, I shall never forgive myself, never!”
 
Esther had followed, her face shining with gladness. “Mr. Burnham is here,” she said, “and——”
 
“Bunty never did it, ’twath Bully35 Hawkinth!” 149burst out Peter, pushing Nellie aside, and actually trying to kiss his injured brother in his excitement.
 
Bunty rose to his feet, pale, trembling.
 
“What is it Esther?” he said. “Nellie—tell me!”
 
“Only it was young Hawkins after all who took the money,” said Esther, in tones that trembled with gladness for the news, and grief for the poor boy’s unmerited sufferings. “He broke his collar bone at football yesterday, and he thought at first he was going to die; he confessed it to his mother, and made her send word to school. Mr. Burnham has come straight here with the news, and says he can never forgive himself for all you have suffered over it.”
 
“Oh, Bunty! how hateful we were not to believe you,” said Nellie, wiping her eyes; “we don’t deserve for you to speak to us.”
 
But Bunty put his poor rough head down on the cushions again, and great hard sobs36 broke from him, sobs that he was bitterly ashamed of, but that he had absolutely no strength to restrain.
 
No one would ever know quite how wretched this thing had made him. However warm the welcome home had been, there would always have been that cloud.
 
The relief was almost too much for him in his weak state.
 
150At night, when Meg was tucking Poppet up in bed, the little girl sat up suddenly.
 
“Meg, that is the most wonderfullest tree in the world,” she said in a low, almost reverential tone.
 
Meg asked her to explain, and she told how she and Martha had walked backwards37 three times, around the “wishing-tree” in the Botanical Gardens.
 
Meg stooped down and kissed the dear little face; how she envied Poppet to-day! she was the only one who had had faith all the time.
 
“What did you wish?” she asked, though she knew without telling.
 
“That Bunty might be found this vewy day, and that they might find out about the money.”
 
“But I think I know a little girl who has said that in her prayers every day for five months,” whispered Meg. “Which do you think answered, God or the tree?”
 
The little girl was quiet for a minute, then she knelt up on her pillow and drooped38 her sweet, grave face with its closed eyelids39 over her two small hands.
 
When she cuddled down among the clothes again, she drew Meg’s bright head down to her.
 
“I was thanking Him,” she said.

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1 cove 9Y8zA     
n.小海湾,小峡谷
参考例句:
  • The shore line is wooded,olive-green,a pristine cove.岸边一带林木蓊郁,嫩绿一片,好一个山外的小海湾。
  • I saw two children were playing in a cove.我看到两个小孩正在一个小海湾里玩耍。
2 quay uClyc     
n.码头,靠岸处
参考例句:
  • There are all kinds of ships in a quay.码头停泊各式各样的船。
  • The side of the boat hit the quay with a grinding jar.船舷撞到码头发出刺耳的声音。
3 wharf RMGzd     
n.码头,停泊处
参考例句:
  • We fetch up at the wharf exactly on time.我们准时到达码头。
  • We reached the wharf gasping for breath.我们气喘吁吁地抵达了码头。
4 fixed JsKzzj     
adj.固定的,不变的,准备好的;(计算机)固定的
参考例句:
  • Have you two fixed on a date for the wedding yet?你们俩选定婚期了吗?
  • Once the aim is fixed,we should not change it arbitrarily.目标一旦确定,我们就不应该随意改变。
5 pumpkin NtKy8     
n.南瓜
参考例句:
  • They ate turkey and pumpkin pie.他们吃了火鸡和南瓜馅饼。
  • It looks like there is a person looking out of the pumpkin!看起来就像南瓜里有人在看着你!
6 treacle yGkyP     
n.糖蜜
参考例句:
  • Blend a little milk with two tablespoons of treacle.将少许牛奶和两大汤匙糖浆混合。
  • The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweet.啜饮蜜糖的苍蝇在甜蜜中丧生。
7 stewed 285d9b8cfd4898474f7be6858f46f526     
adj.焦虑不安的,烂醉的v.炖( stew的过去式和过去分词 );煨;思考;担忧
参考例句:
  • When all birds are shot, the bow will be set aside;when all hares are killed, the hounds will be stewed and eaten -- kick out sb. after his services are no longer needed. 鸟尽弓藏,兔死狗烹。 来自《现代汉英综合大词典》
  • \"How can we cook in a pan that's stewed your stinking stockings? “染臭袜子的锅,还能煮鸡子吃!还要它?” 来自汉英文学 - 中国现代小说
8 wilful xItyq     
adj.任性的,故意的
参考例句:
  • A wilful fault has no excuse and deserves no pardon.不能宽恕故意犯下的错误。
  • He later accused reporters of wilful distortion and bias.他后来指责记者有意歪曲事实并带有偏见。
9 apron Lvzzo     
n.围裙;工作裙
参考例句:
  • We were waited on by a pretty girl in a pink apron.招待我们的是一位穿粉红色围裙的漂亮姑娘。
  • She stitched a pocket on the new apron.她在新围裙上缝上一只口袋。
10 shriek fEgya     
v./n.尖叫,叫喊
参考例句:
  • Suddenly he began to shriek loudly.突然他开始大声尖叫起来。
  • People sometimes shriek because of terror,anger,or pain.人们有时会因为恐惧,气愤或疼痛而尖叫。
11 darted d83f9716cd75da6af48046d29f4dd248     
v.投掷,投射( dart的过去式和过去分词 );向前冲,飞奔
参考例句:
  • The lizard darted out its tongue at the insect. 蜥蜴伸出舌头去吃小昆虫。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • The old man was displeased and darted an angry look at me. 老人不高兴了,瞪了我一眼。 来自《简明英汉词典》
12 amazement 7zlzBK     
n.惊奇,惊讶
参考例句:
  • All those around him looked at him with amazement.周围的人都对他投射出惊异的眼光。
  • He looked at me in blank amazement.他带着迷茫惊诧的神情望着我。
13 frantically ui9xL     
ad.发狂地, 发疯地
参考例句:
  • He dashed frantically across the road. 他疯狂地跑过马路。
  • She bid frantically for the old chair. 她发狂地喊出高价要买那把古老的椅子。
14 sobbed 4a153e2bbe39eef90bf6a4beb2dba759     
哭泣,啜泣( sob的过去式和过去分词 ); 哭诉,呜咽地说
参考例句:
  • She sobbed out the story of her son's death. 她哭诉着她儿子的死。
  • She sobbed out the sad story of her son's death. 她哽咽着诉说她儿子死去的悲惨经过。
15 expressive shwz4     
adj.表现的,表达…的,富于表情的
参考例句:
  • Black English can be more expressive than standard English.黑人所使用的英语可能比正式英语更有表现力。
  • He had a mobile,expressive,animated face.他有一张多变的,富于表情的,生动活泼的脸。
16 shrug Ry3w5     
v.耸肩(表示怀疑、冷漠、不知等)
参考例句:
  • With a shrug,he went out of the room.他耸一下肩,走出了房间。
  • I admire the way she is able to shrug off unfair criticism.我很佩服她能对错误的批评意见不予理会。
17 withdrawn eeczDJ     
vt.收回;使退出;vi.撤退,退出
参考例句:
  • Our force has been withdrawn from the danger area.我们的军队已从危险地区撤出。
  • All foreign troops should be withdrawn to their own countries.一切外国军队都应撤回本国去。
18 reimbursed ca62e2177b2f3520aa42f86b71b836ce     
v.偿还,付还( reimburse的过去式和过去分词 )
参考例句:
  • Any out-of-pocket expenses incurred on the firm's business will be reimbursed. 由公司业务产生的开销都可以报销。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • Employees are reimbursed for any legal fees incurred when they relocate. 员工调往异地工作时,他们可以报销由此产生的所有法律服务费用。 来自《简明英汉词典》
19 accredited 5611689a49c15a4c09d7c2a0665bf246     
adj.可接受的;可信任的;公认的;质量合格的v.相信( accredit的过去式和过去分词 );委托;委任;把…归结于
参考例句:
  • The discovery of distillation is usually accredited to the Arabs of the 11th century. 通常认为,蒸馏法是阿拉伯人在11世纪发明的。
  • Only accredited journalists were allowed entry. 只有正式认可的记者才获准入内。
20 standing 2hCzgo     
n.持续,地位;adj.永久的,不动的,直立的,不流动的
参考例句:
  • After the earthquake only a few houses were left standing.地震过后只有几幢房屋还立着。
  • They're standing out against any change in the law.他们坚决反对对法律做任何修改。
21 perfectly 8Mzxb     
adv.完美地,无可非议地,彻底地
参考例句:
  • The witnesses were each perfectly certain of what they said.证人们个个对自己所说的话十分肯定。
  • Everything that we're doing is all perfectly above board.我们做的每件事情都是光明正大的。
22 hush ecMzv     
int.嘘,别出声;n.沉默,静寂;v.使安静
参考例句:
  • A hush fell over the onlookers.旁观者们突然静了下来。
  • Do hush up the scandal!不要把这丑事声张出去!
23 inhuman F7NxW     
adj.残忍的,不人道的,无人性的
参考例句:
  • We must unite the workers in fighting against inhuman conditions.我们必须使工人们团结起来反对那些难以忍受的工作条件。
  • It was inhuman to refuse him permission to see his wife.不容许他去看自己的妻子是太不近人情了。
24 distress 3llzX     
n.苦恼,痛苦,不舒适;不幸;vt.使悲痛
参考例句:
  • Nothing could alleviate his distress.什么都不能减轻他的痛苦。
  • Please don't distress yourself.请你不要忧愁了。
25 morsels ed5ad10d588acb33c8b839328ca6c41c     
n.一口( morsel的名词复数 );(尤指食物)小块,碎屑
参考例句:
  • They are the most delicate morsels. 这些确是最好吃的部分。 来自辞典例句
  • Foxes will scratch up grass to find tasty bug and beetle morsels. 狐狸会挖草地,寻找美味的虫子和甲壳虫。 来自互联网
26 exclamation onBxZ     
n.感叹号,惊呼,惊叹词
参考例句:
  • He could not restrain an exclamation of approval.他禁不住喝一声采。
  • The author used three exclamation marks at the end of the last sentence to wake up the readers.作者在文章的最后一句连用了三个惊叹号,以引起读者的注意。
27 persevering AltztR     
a.坚忍不拔的
参考例句:
  • They will only triumph by persevering in their struggle against natural calamities. 他们只有坚持与自然灾害搏斗,才能取得胜利。
  • Success belongs to the persevering. 胜利属于不屈不挠的人。
28 infinitely 0qhz2I     
adv.无限地,无穷地
参考例句:
  • There is an infinitely bright future ahead of us.我们有无限光明的前途。
  • The universe is infinitely large.宇宙是无限大的。
29 ward LhbwY     
n.守卫,监护,病房,行政区,由监护人或法院保护的人(尤指儿童);vt.守护,躲开
参考例句:
  • The hospital has a medical ward and a surgical ward.这家医院有内科病房和外科病房。
  • During the evening picnic,I'll carry a torch to ward off the bugs.傍晚野餐时,我要点根火把,抵挡蚊虫。
30 narration tFvxS     
n.讲述,叙述;故事;记叙体
参考例句:
  • The richness of his novel comes from his narration of it.他小说的丰富多采得益于他的叙述。
  • Narration should become a basic approach to preschool education.叙事应是幼儿教育的基本途径。
31 shudder JEqy8     
v.战粟,震动,剧烈地摇晃;n.战粟,抖动
参考例句:
  • The sight of the coffin sent a shudder through him.看到那副棺材,他浑身一阵战栗。
  • We all shudder at the thought of the dreadful dirty place.我们一想到那可怕的肮脏地方就浑身战惊。
32 domain ys8xC     
n.(活动等)领域,范围;领地,势力范围
参考例句:
  • This information should be in the public domain.这一消息应该为公众所知。
  • This question comes into the domain of philosophy.这一问题属于哲学范畴。
33 repayment repayment     
n.偿还,偿还款;报酬
参考例句:
  • I am entitled to a repayment for the damaged goods.我有权利索取货物损坏赔偿金。
  • The tax authorities have been harrying her for repayment.税务局一直在催她补交税款。
34 annoyance Bw4zE     
n.恼怒,生气,烦恼
参考例句:
  • Why do you always take your annoyance out on me?为什么你不高兴时总是对我出气?
  • I felt annoyance at being teased.我恼恨别人取笑我。
35 bully bully     
n.恃强欺弱者,小流氓;vt.威胁,欺侮
参考例句:
  • A bully is always a coward.暴汉常是懦夫。
  • The boy gave the bully a pelt on the back with a pebble.那男孩用石子掷击小流氓的背脊。
36 sobs d4349f86cad43cb1a5579b1ef269d0cb     
啜泣(声),呜咽(声)( sob的名词复数 )
参考例句:
  • She was struggling to suppress her sobs. 她拼命不让自己哭出来。
  • She burst into a convulsive sobs. 她突然抽泣起来。
37 backwards BP9ya     
adv.往回地,向原处,倒,相反,前后倒置地
参考例句:
  • He turned on the light and began to pace backwards and forwards.他打开电灯并开始走来走去。
  • All the girls fell over backwards to get the party ready.姑娘们迫不及待地为聚会做准备。
38 drooped ebf637c3f860adcaaf9c11089a322fa5     
弯曲或下垂,发蔫( droop的过去式和过去分词 )
参考例句:
  • Her eyelids drooped as if she were on the verge of sleep. 她眼睑低垂好像快要睡着的样子。
  • The flowers drooped in the heat of the sun. 花儿晒蔫了。
39 eyelids 86ece0ca18a95664f58bda5de252f4e7     
n.眼睑( eyelid的名词复数 );眼睛也不眨一下;不露声色;面不改色
参考例句:
  • She was so tired, her eyelids were beginning to droop. 她太疲倦了,眼睑开始往下垂。
  • Her eyelids drooped as if she were on the verge of sleep. 她眼睑低垂好像快要睡着的样子。 来自《简明英汉词典》


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