London
Dearest People, Here I really sit at a front window of the Bath Hotel, Piccadilly. It's not a fashionable place, but Uncle stopped here years ago, and won't go anywhere else. However, we don't mean to stay long, so it's no great matter. Oh, I can't begin to tell you how I enjoy it all! I never can, so I'll only give you bits out of my notebook, for I've done nothing but sketch1 and scribble2 since I started.
I sent a line from Halifax, when I felt pretty miserable3, but after that I got on delightfully5, seldom ill, on deck all day, with plenty of pleasant people to amuse me. Everyone was very kind to me, especially the officers. Don't laugh, Jo, gentlemen really are very necessary aboard ship, to hold on to, or to wait upon one, and as they have nothing to do, it's a mercy to make them useful, otherwise they would smoke themselves to death, I'm afraid.
Aunt and Flo were poorly all the way, and liked to be let alone, so when I had done what I could for them, I went and enjoyed myself. Such walks on deck, such sunsets, such splendid air and waves! It was almost as exciting as riding a fast horse, when we went rushing on so grandly. I wish Beth could have come, it would have done her so much good. As for Jo, she would have gone up and sat on the maintop jib, or whatever the high thing is called, made friends with the engineers, and tooted on the captain's speaking trumpet6, she'd have been in such a state of rapture7.
It was all heavenly, but I was glad to see the Irish coast, and found it very lovely, so green and sunny, with brown cabins here and there, ruins on some of the hills, and gentlemen's countryseats in the valleys, with deer feeding in the parks. It was early in the morning, but I didn't regret getting up to see it, for the bay was full of little boats, the shore so picturesque8, and a rosy9 sky overhead. I never shall forget it.
At Queenstown one of my new acquaintances left us, Mr. Lennox, and when I said something about the Lakes of Killarney, he sighed, and sung, with a look at me . . .
"Oh, have you e'er heard of Kate Kearney? She lives on the banks of Killarney; From the glance of her eye, Shun10 danger and fly, For fatal's the glance of Kate Kearney."
Wasn't that nonsensical?
We only stopped at Liverpool a few hours. It's a dirty, noisy place, and I was glad to leave it. Uncle rushed out and bought a pair of dogskin gloves, some ugly, thick shoes, and an umbrella, and got shaved _'a la_ mutton chop, the first thing. Then he flattered himself that he looked like a true Briton, but the first time he had the mud cleaned off his shoes, the little bootblack knew that an American stood in them, and said, with a grin, "There yer har, sir. I've given 'em the latest Yankee shine." It amused Uncle immensely. Oh, I must tell you what that absurd Lennox did! He got his friend Ward12, who came on with us, to order a bouquet13 for me, and the first thing I saw in my room was a lovely one, with "Robert Lennox's compliments," on the card. Wasn't that fun, girls? I like traveling.
I never shall get to London if I don't hurry. The trip was like riding through a long picture gallery, full of lovely landscapes. The farmhouses14 were my delight, with thatched roofs, ivy15 up to the eaves, latticed windows, and stout16 women with rosy children at the doors. The very cattle looked more tranquil17 than ours, as they stood knee-deep in clover, and the hens had a contented18 cluck, as if they never got nervous like Yankee biddies. Such perfect color I never saw, the grass so green, sky so blue, grain so yellow, woods so dark, I was in a rapture all the way. So was Flo, and we kept bouncing from one side to the other, trying to see everything while we were whisking along at the rate of sixty miles an hour. Aunt was tired and went to sleep, but Uncle read his guidebook, and wouldn't be astonished at anything. This is the way we went on. Amy, flying up--"Oh, that must be Kenilworth, that gray place among the trees!" Flo, darting19 to my window--"How sweet! We must go there sometime, won't we Papa?" Uncle, calmly admiring his boots--"No, my dear, not unless you want beer, that's a brewery20."
A pause--then Flo cried out, "Bless me, there's a gallows21 and a man going up." "Where, where?" shrieks22 Amy, staring out at two tall posts with a crossbeam and some dangling23 chains. "A colliery," remarks Uncle, with a twinkle of the eye. "Here's a lovely flock of lambs all lying down," says Amy. "See, Papa, aren't they pretty?" added Flo sentimentally24. "Geese, young ladies," returns Uncle, in a tone that keeps us quiet till Flo settles down to enjoy the _Flirtations of Captain Cavendish_, and I have the scenery all to myself.
Of course it rained when we got to London, and there was nothing to be seen but fog and umbrellas. We rested, unpacked26, and shopped a little between the showers. Aunt Mary got me some new things, for I came off in such a hurry I wasn't half ready. A white hat and blue feather, a muslin dress to match, and the loveliest mantle27 you ever saw. Shopping in Regent Street is perfectly28 splendid. Things seem so cheap, nice ribbons only sixpence a yard. I laid in a stock, but shall get my gloves in Paris. Doesn't that sound sort of elegant and rich?
Flo and I, for the fun of it, ordered a hansom cab, while Aunt and Uncle were out, and went for a drive, though we learned afterward29 that it wasn't the thing for young ladies to ride in them alone. It was so droll30! For when we were shut in by the wooden apron31, the man drove so fast that Flo was frightened, and told me to stop him, but he was up outside behind somewhere, and I couldn't get at him. He didn't hear me call, nor see me flap my parasol in front, and there we were, quite helpless, rattling32 away, and whirling around corners at a breakneck pace. At last, in my despair, I saw a little door in the roof, and on poking33 it open, a red eye appeared, and a beery voice said . . .
"Now, then, mum?"
I gave my order as soberly as I could, and slamming down the door, with an "Aye, aye, mum," the man made his horse walk, as if going to a funeral. I poked34 again and said, "A little faster," then off he went, helter-skelter as before, and we resigned ourselves to our fate.
Today was fair, and we went to Hyde Park, close by, for we are more aristocratic than we look. The Duke of Devonshire lives near. I often see his footmen lounging at the back gate, and the Duke of Wellington's house is not far off. Such sights as I saw, my dear! It was as good as Punch, for there were fat dowagers rolling about in their red and yellow coaches, with gorgeous Jeameses in silk stockings and velvet35 coats, up behind, and powdered coachmen in front. Smart maids, with the rosiest36 children I ever saw, handsome girls, looking half asleep, dandies in queer English hats and lavender kids lounging about, and tall soldiers, in short red jackets and muffin caps stuck on one side, looking so funny I longed to sketch them.
Rotten Row means 'Route de Roi', or the king's way, but now it's more like a riding school than anything else. The horses are splendid, and the men, especially the grooms37, ride well, but the women are stiff, and bounce, which isn't according to our rules. I longed to show them a tearing American gallop38, for they trotted39 solemnly up and down, in their scant40 habits and high hats, looking like the women in a toy Noah's Ark. Everyone rides--old men, stout ladies, little children-- and the young folks do a deal of flirting41 here, I saw a pair exchange rose buds, for it's the thing to wear one in the button-hole, and I thought it rather a nice little idea.
In the P.M. to Westminster Abbey, but don't expect me to describe it, that's impossible, so I'll only say it was sublime42! This evening we are going to see Fechter, which will be an appropriate end to the happiest day of my life.
It's very late, but I can't let my letter go in the morning without telling you what happened last evening. Who do you think came in, as we were at tea? Laurie's English friends, Fred and Frank Vaughn! I was so surprised, for I shouldn't have known them but for the cards. Both are tall fellows with whiskers, Fred handsome in the English style, and Frank much better, for he only limps slightly, and uses no crutches43. They had heard from Laurie where we were to be, and came to ask us to their house, but Uncle won't go, so we shall return the call, and see them as we can. They went to the theater with us, and we did have such a good time, for Frank devoted44 himself to Flo, and Fred and I talked over past, present, and future fun as if we had known each other all our days. Tell Beth Frank asked for her, and was sorry to hear of her ill health. Fred laughed when I spoke45 of Jo, and sent his 'respectful compliments to the big hat'. Neither of them had forgotten Camp Laurence, or the fun we had there. What ages ago it seems, doesn't it?
Aunt is tapping on the wall for the third time, so I must stop. I really feel like a dissipated London fine lady, writing here so late, with my room full of pretty things, and my head a jumble46 of parks, theaters, new gowns, and gallant47 creatures who say "Ah!" and twirl their blond mustaches with the true English lordliness. I long to see you all, and in spite of my nonsense am, as ever, your loving . . .
AMY
PARIS
Dear girls,
In my last I told you about our London visit, how kind the Vaughns were, and what pleasant parties they made for us. I enjoyed the trips to Hampton Court and the Kensington Museum more than anything else, for at Hampton I saw Raphael's cartoons, and at the Museum, rooms full of pictures by Turner, Lawrence, Reynolds, Hogarth, and the other great creatures. The day in Richmond Park was charming, for we had a regular English picnic, and I had more splendid oaks and groups of deer than I could copy, also heard a nightingale, and saw larks48 go up. We 'did' London to our heart's content, thanks to Fred and Frank, and were sorry to go away, for though English people are slow to take you in, when they once make up their minds to do it they cannot be outdone in hospitality, I think. The Vaughns hope to meet us in Rome next winter, and I shall be dreadfully disappointed if they don't, for Grace and I are great friends, and the boys very nice fellows, especially Fred.
Well, we were hardly settled here, when he turned up again, saying he had come for a holiday, and was going to Switzerland. Aunt looked sober at first, but he was so cool about it she couldn't say a word. And now we get on nicely, and are very glad he came, for he speaks French like a native, and I don't know what we should do without him. Uncle doesn't know ten words, and insists on talking English very loud, as if it would make people understand him. Aunt's pronunciation is old-fashioned, and Flo and I, though we flattered ourselves that we knew a good deal, find we don't, and are very grateful to have Fred do the '_parley vooing_', as Uncle calls it.
Such delightful4 times as we are having! Sight-seeing from morning till night, stopping for nice lunches in the gay _cafes_, and meeting with all sorts of droll adventures. Rainy days I spend in the Louvre, revelling49 in pictures. Jo would turn up her naughty nose at some of the finest, because she has no soul for art, but I have, and I'm cultivating eye and taste as fast as I can. She would like the relics50 of great people better, for I've seen her Napoleon's cocked hat and gray coat, his baby's cradle and his old toothbrush, also Marie Antoinette's little shoe, the ring of Saint Denis, Charlemagne's sword, and many other interesting things. I'll talk for hours about them when I come, but haven't time to write.
The Palais Royale is a heavenly place, so full of _bijouterie_ and lovely things that I'm nearly distracted because I can't buy them. Fred wanted to get me some, but of course I didn't allow it. Then the Bois and Champs Elysees are _tres magnifique_. I've seen the imperial family several times, the emperor an ugly, hard-looking man, the empress pale and pretty, but dressed in bad taste, I thought--purple dress, green hat, and yellow gloves. Little Nap is a handsome boy, who sits chatting to his tutor, and kisses his hand to the people as he passes in his four-horse barouche, with postilions in red satin jackets and a mounted guard before and behind.
We often walk in the Tuileries Gardens, for they are lovely, though the antique Luxembourg Gardens suit me better. Pere la Chaise is very curious, for many of the tombs are like small rooms, and looking in, one sees a table, with images or pictures of the dead, and chairs for the mourners to sit in when they come to lament51. That is so Frenchy.
Our rooms are on the Rue11 de Rivoli, and sitting on the balcony, we look up and down the long, brilliant street. It is so pleasant that we spend our evenings talking there when too tired with our day's work to go out. Fred is very entertaining, and is altogether the most agreeable young man I ever knew-- except Laurie, whose manners are more charming. I wish Fred was dark, for I don't fancy light men, however, the Vaughns are very rich and come of an excellent family, so I won't find fault with their yellow hair, as my own is yellower.
Next week we are off to Germany and Switzerland, and as we shall travel fast, I shall only be able to give you hasty letters. I keep my diary, and try to 'remember correctly and describe clearly all that I see and admire', as Father advised. It is good practice for me, and with my sketchbook will give you a better idea of my tour than these scribbles52.
Adieu, I embrace you tenderly. _"Votre Amie.""_
HEIDELBERG
My dear Mamma,
Having a quiet hour before we leave for Berne, I'll try to tell you what has happened, for some of it is very important, as you will see.
The sail up the Rhine was perfect, and I just sat and enjoyed it with all my might. Get Father's old guidebooks and read about it. I haven't words beautiful enough to describe it. At Coblentz we had a lovely time, for some students from Bonn, with whom Fred got acquainted on the boat, gave us a serenade. It was a moonlight night, and about one o'clock Flo and I were waked by the most delicious music under our windows. We flew up, and hid behind the curtains, but sly peeps showed us Fred and the students singing away down below. It was the most romantic thing I ever saw--the river, the bridge of boats, the great fortress53 opposite, moonlight everywhere, and music fit to melt a heart of stone.
When they were done we threw down some flowers, and saw them scramble54 for them, kiss their hands to the invisible ladies, and go laughing away, to smoke and drink beer, I suppose. Next morning Fred showed me one of the crumpled55 flowers in his vest pocket, and looked very sentimental25. I laughed at him, and said I didn't throw it, but Flo, which seemed to disgust him, for he tossed it out of the window, and turned sensible again. I'm afraid I'm going to have trouble with that boy, it begins to look like it.
The baths at Nassau were very gay, so was Baden-Baden, where Fred lost some money, and I scolded him. He needs someone to look after him when Frank is not with him. Kate said once she hoped he'd marry soon, and I quite agree with her that it would be well for him. Frankfurt was delightful. I saw Goethe's house, Schiller's statue, and Dannecker's famous 'Ariadne.' It was very lovely, but I should have enjoyed it more if I had known the story better. I didn't like to ask, as everyone knew it or pretended they did. I wish Jo would tell me all about it. I ought to have read more, for I find I don't know anything, and it mortifies56 me.
Now comes the serious part, for it happened here, and Fred has just gone. He has been so kind and jolly that we all got quite fond of him. I never thought of anything but a traveling friendship till the serenade night. Since then I've begun to feel that the moonlight walks, balcony talks, and daily adventures were something more to him than fun. I haven't flirted57, Mother, truly, but remembered what you said to me, and have done my very best. I can't help it if people like me. I don't try to make them, and it worries me if I don't care for them, though Jo says I haven't got any heart. Now I know Mother will shake her head, and the girls say, "Oh, the mercenary little wretch58!", but I've made up my mind, and if Fred asks me, I shall accept him, though I'm not madly in love. I like him, and we get on comfortably together. He is handsome, young, clever enough, and very rich--ever so much richer than the Laurences. I don't think his family would object, and I should be very happy, for they are all kind, well-bred, generous people, and they like me. Fred, as the eldest59 twin, will have the estate, I suppose, and such a splendid one it is! A city house in a fashionable street, not so showy as our big houses, but twice as comfortable and full of solid luxury, such as English people believe in. I like it, for it's genuine. I've seen the plate, the family jewels, the old servants, and pictures of the country place, with its park, great house, lovely grounds, and fine horses. Oh, it would be all I should ask! And I'd rather have it than any title such as girls snap up so readily, and find nothing behind. I may be mercenary, but I hate poverty, and don't mean to bear it a minute longer than I can help. One of us _must_ marry well. Meg didn't, Jo won't, Beth can't yet, so I shall, and make everything okay all round. I wouldn't marry a man I hated or despised. You may be sure of that, and though Fred is not my model hero, he does very well, and in time I should get fond enough of him if he was very fond of me, and let me do just as I liked. So I've been turning the matter over in my mind the last week, for it was impossible to help seeing that Fred liked me. He said nothing, but little things showed it. He never goes with Flo, always gets on my side of the carriage, table, or promenade60, looks sentimental when we are alone, and frowns at anyone else who ventures to speak to me. Yesterday at dinner, when an Austrian officer stared at us and then said something to his friend, a rakish-looking baron61, about '_ein wonderschones Blondchen'_, Fred looked as fierce as a lion, and cut his meat so savagely62 it nearly flew off his plate. He isn't one of the cool, stiff Englishmen, but is rather peppery, for he has Scotch63 blood in him, as one might guess from his bonnie blue eyes.
Well, last evening we went up to the castle about sunset, at least all of us but Fred, who was to meet us there after going to the Post Restante for letters. We had a charming time poking about the ruins, the vaults64 where the monster tun is, and the beautiful gardens made by the elector long ago for his English wife. I liked the great terrace best, for the view was divine, so while the rest went to see the rooms inside, I sat there trying to sketch the gray stone lion's head on the wall, with scarlet65 woodbine sprays hanging round it. I felt as if I'd got into a romance, sitting there, watching the Neckar rolling through the valley, listening to the music of the Austrian band below, and waiting for my lover, like a real storybook girl. I had a feeling that something was going to happen and I was ready for it. I didn't feel blushy or quakey, but quite cool and only a little excited.
By-and-by I heard Fred's voice, and then he came hurrying through the great arch to find me. He looked so troubled that I forgot all about myself, and asked what the matter was. He said he'd just got a letter begging him to come home, for Frank was very ill. So he was going at once on the night train and only had time to say good-by. I was very sorry for him, and disappointed for myself, but only for a minute because he said, as he shook hands, and said it in a way that I could not mistake, "I shall soon come back, you won't forget me, Amy?"
I didn't promise, but I looked at him, and he seemed satisfied, and there was no time for anything but messages and good-byes, for he was off in an hour, and we all miss him very much. I know he wanted to speak, but I think, from something he once hinted, that he had promised his father not to do anything of the sort yet a while, for he is a rash boy, and the old gentleman dreads66 a foreign daughter-in-law. We shall soon meet in Rome, and then, if I don't change my mind, I'll say "Yes, thank you," when he says "Will you, please?"
Of course this is all _very private_, but I wished you to know what was going on. Don't be anxious about me, remember I am your 'prudent67 Amy', and be sure I will do nothing rashly. Send me as much advice as you like. I'll use it if I can. I wish I could see you for a good talk, Marmee. Love and trust me.
Ever your AMY
伦敦
最亲爱的家人们：
我现在真的坐在皮卡迪利大街巴思旅馆一个临街的窗前。这不是个时髦地方，可是几年前，叔叔在这儿停下来，再也不想去别的地方了。而我们也不打算在这儿呆长，这也就不是什么大事了。哦，我无法从头至尾告诉你们我是多么地欣赏这一切！毫无办法。因此，我只能告诉你们一些我笔记本上记的事。从出发以来我除了画些素描，胡乱写些东西之外什么都没干。
到达哈利法克斯时，我寄了封短信。那时我感到很难受。从那以后，我过得很愉快，几乎没有生病，整天在甲板上，有许多有趣的人逗我。每个人对我都很客气，特别是那些官员们。别笑，乔。在船上真是非常需要先生们，需要依赖他们，需要他们的侍候。他们无事可做，使他们成为有用的人倒是对他们施惠。不然的话，我担心他们非抽烟抽死不可。
婶婶和弗洛一路上身体都不舒服，想清静些，所以我做完能为她们做的事，便自己去玩。那种在甲板上散步的滋味，那样的落日，那样好的空气与波浪！那种感受几乎和我们骑着快马飞奔一样激动人心。我真希望贝思也能来这儿，这将对她大有好处。至于乔嘛，她会爬上去坐在大桅楼的三角帆上，或者管它叫什么来着的那个高高的东西上。她会和轮船水手们交朋友，对着船长的传声筒嘟嘟乱吵，她会欣喜若狂的。
一切都其妙无比。并且，我高兴地看到了爱尔兰的海岸，发现它非常可爱。远远望去，那么绿，海岸洒满阳光，四处点缀着棕色的小木屋。山上的一些古迹隐约可见，山谷里有着绅士们的别墅，小鹿们在花园里吃着草。当时是清晨，可是，我并不后悔起早观景。海湾里布满了小船，海岸上风景如画，头顶上天色泛红。我永远也忘不了这个景致。
在昆士镇，伦诺克斯先生--我新结识的一个朋友--下船离开了我们，在船上我谈起基拉尼湖时，伦诺克斯先生曾叹了口气，看着我唱起来 “哦，你可曾听说凯特·卡尼？
基拉尼湖畔是她的生长之地；
她的两眼一瞥，
有陷进之险而飞快逃离，
凯特·卡尼的眼神，逃不脱的宿命。”
那是不是毫无意义？
我们在利物品只停留了几小时。这个地方又脏又吵。我倒乐意早些离开。叔叔做的第一件事便是赶快去买了副狗皮手套和一双又丑又笨的鞋子，还有一把雨桑然后，他刮掉了络腮胡子，自以为看上去像个真正的英国人，可是，他第一次让人擦鞋子，那擦皮鞋的小家伙便知道穿鞋人是个美国人，笑嘻嘻地说：“擦好啦，先生，我用的是最新式的美国擦法。”逗得叔叔大笑。噢，我得告诉你们那个荒唐的伦诺克斯干了什么！他让他的朋友沃德为我预定了一束花，沃德和我们一起继续旅行。我进屋第一眼便看到了一束可爱的花，附着一张卡片“罗伯特·伦诺克斯敬赠"。姑娘们，可有意思？
我喜欢旅行。
我要是不抓紧，恐怕根本写不到伦敦的事儿了。旅途就像是乘车在一个长长的充满迷人景象的画廓中穿行。我喜欢看那些农舍。茅草盖的屋顶，常春藤一直缠绕到屋檐，格子状的窗户，门前有健壮的妇女和面色红润的孩子们。这里的牲口站在齐膝深的三叶草中，看上去比我们那里的牲口要平静些。母鸡知足地咯咯叫着，好像从来不像美国鸡们那样神经紧张。我从未见过这种完美的色彩- 草是那么绿，天是那么蓝，谷物金黄，树木葱郁。一路上我欢天喜地。弗洛也是这样。我们以每小时六十英里的速度急速前行，我们不停地从一边蹦到另一边，想把美景尽收眼中。婶婶倦了去睡觉了，叔叔读着旅行指南，他对一切无动于衷。当时情况是这样的：艾美，跳了起来 "噢，树丛中的那片灰色肯定是凯尼尔沃思城！“弗洛，冲到我的窗前 "多美呀！我们什么时候一定去那，是不是，爸爸？”叔叔，不动声色地欣赏着自己的靴子- "不，亲爱的，除非你要喝啤酒，那是个啤酒厂。“安静了一阵- 后来弗洛叫了起来：“天哪，那儿有个绞刑架，有个人往那去。””哪儿，哪儿？”艾美尖叫着向外望去，看见两根高柱子，上面有横梁，还有一些摇晃着的链条。”是个煤矿，”叔叔眨着眼说道。”这里有群可爱的羊，它们都躺下了，“艾美说。”瞧！爸爸，它们多漂亮！”弗洛动情地说。
“那是群鹅，小姑娘们，”叔叔回答。他的语调使我们安静下来。后来弗洛坐下来读《卡文迪什船长的调情》，我独自欣赏景致。
我们到达伦敦时不用说又在下雨。除了雾和雨伞没什么可看的。我们休息，打开包裹，阵雨之间去了商店。玛丽婶婶给我买了些新东西，因为我出门太匆促，准备得不充分。买了顶饰有蓝羽的白帽子，一件和它相配的棉布衣，还有个你所见过的最漂亮的斗篷。在摄政街购物感觉棒极了，东西似乎很便宜--漂亮的丝带才六便士一码。我购备了一些。但我的手套要到巴黎去买。这听起来是不是有点像讲究的有钱人？
叔叔和婶婶出去了，我和弗洛要了部漂亮的出租马车，出去兜风玩儿。后来我们才知道年轻女士单独坐马车不合适。那太有意思了！当时我们给木头挡板关进了车厢，马夫车驾得那么快，弗洛吓坏了，叫我止住他。可是，他坐在车厢外面后部的什么地方，我没法接近他。他既听不见我的叫声，也看不见我在用阳伞拍打着车厢前部。就这样，我们无可奈何地哒哒哒地行驶着，以极其危险的速度旋转过一个个拐角。最后，无计可施之际我看见车厢顶上有个小门。我刚把它捣开，一只红眼睛便出现了，一个微醉的声音说 “喂喂，小姐？”我尽量严肃地下了指令，马夫应着"是，是，小姐"，砰地关上门，骑着马走起来，仿佛是去参加葬礼。我又伸出头说：“稍快一点。”于是，又像刚才那样策马飞奔。我们只好束手听命。
今天天气好，我们去了附近的海德公园，因为，我们比外表看上去更贵族气一些。德文郡的公爵就住在附近。我常看到他的男仆在后门闲逛。威灵顿公爵的宅第离这里也不远。我的天哪！我看到的是什么样的景象啊！和木偶剧的角儿一样好看。胖胖的老年贵妇们乘坐的红色、黄色马车到处滚动，漂亮的仆从脚着长统丝袜，身穿天鹅绒外衣坐在车后，搽了粉的赶马人坐在车前。伶俐的女仆带着面色非常红润的孩子。端庄秀丽的姑娘们看上去似睡非睡。戴着古怪的英国帽和淡紫色小山羊皮手套的美少年们漫步悠游。高个儿士兵们穿着红色的短夹克，歪戴着粉饼样的呢帽。这一切看上去那么滑稽，我真想为他们作幅速写。
练马林荫路是指"ＲｏｕｔｅｄｅＲｏｉ"，也就是国王路。但是现在它更像个马术学校。那些马都很棒。那些人，尤其是马夫们，骑术很好。然而，妇人们绷直着腿，在马上乱蹦。那可不是我们的规则。我真想让她们看看美国式的骑马飞奔。她们穿着单薄的骑装，戴着高帽子，表情严肃，一颠一颠地打马小跑着。看着就像玩具诺亚方舟里的女人。这儿每个人都会骑马--老人、健壮的妇人、小孩子们--这里的年轻人就爱谈情说爱。我看到过一对年轻人交换玫瑰花蕾，钮扣眼里插一朵花蕾很别致。我想，这个主意很不错。
下午去了威斯敏斯特教堂。可是别指望我给你们描述它，那不可能--我只能告诉你们它非常雄伟。今晚我们打算去看戏"费切特"。那将恰到好处地结束我一生中最幸福的这一天。
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已经很晚了，可是，不把昨晚发生的事告诉你们，我早上就不能发掉这封信。昨天我们吃茶时，你们猜谁来了？劳里的英国朋友，弗雷德·沃恩和弗兰克·沃恩！我太吃惊了！
要不是看了名片我都认不出他们了。两个人都长成大高个了，都长着络腮胡子。弗雷德英俊潇洒，美国味十足。弗兰克情况好多了，他只有些微跛，不用拐杖了。他们收到劳里的信，得知我们在哪，过来邀请我们去他们家；可是叔叔不肯去，所以我们打算回访。他们和我们一起去看了戏。我们玩得真是惬意非常。弗兰克一味和弗洛交谈，而弗雷德和我讲着过去的、现在的、将来的趣事，好像我们一直都彼此了解。告诉贝思，弗兰克问起了她，听说她身体不好很难过。我谈到乔时弗雷德笑了，他向"那个大帽子致敬"。他们两人都没有忘记劳伦斯营地，也没有忘记我们在那里有过的欢乐。似乎那是很长时间以前的事了，是不是？
婶婶已经是第三次敲墙壁了，所以我必须停笔了。我真的像一个放荡的伦敦上流妇女，坐在这里写信写得这么晚，屋子里满是漂亮的东西，脑子里乱七八糟地装着公园、剧院、新衣裙以及那些会献殷勤的男士们。他们说着"啊"，带着道地的英国贵族气派用手缠绕着金黄色小胡子。我非常想见到你们大家。虽然我说了这许多废话，我永远是你们忠实的艾美巴黎亲爱的姐姐们：上封信我和你们谈到了伦敦回访一事--沃恩一家太客气了，他们为我们举行了令人难忘的社交聚会。所有的事情当中，我最欣赏的是去汉普顿展览馆和肯辛顿博物馆-因为，在汉普顿我看到了拉斐尔的草图，在博物馆，我参观了一个个放满着画的陈列室。这些画出自诱纳、劳伦斯、雷诺兹、贺加斯以及其他一些伟大画家之手。在里士满公园度过的那天很有趣，我们搞了个正规的英国式野餐，公园里有许多极好的橡树，有一群群小鹿，太多了我都临摹不完。我还听到了夜莺的啼鸣，看到云雀直冲云霄。多亏了弗雷德和弗兰克，我们尽情"享受"了伦敦，离开它感到难过。我想，虽然伦敦人要很长时间才能接纳你，可一旦他们决定接纳，谁也别想超过他们待客的热情。沃恩一家希望明年冬天在罗马见到我们。如果见不到他们，我会非常失望的。因为格雷斯是我的好朋友，两个男孩也很不错--特别是弗雷德。
且说，我们在这里还没有安顿下来，弗雷德又出现了，说是来度假的，打算去瑞士。婶婶开始严肃起来，但是他处事很慎重，婶婶也就无话可说了。现在我们相处得很不错。很高兴他来了，因为他的法语说得像当地人。要是没有他真不知道我们该怎么办。叔叔懂的法语还不到十个字，他一贯用英语高门大嗓说话，好像那样就能让别人听懂他的话。婶婶的发音是老式的。虽然我和弗洛自以为懂不少法语，结果发现情况并非如此。非常高兴能有弗雷德“讲话”，叔叔就是这么说他的。
我们过得多么惬意啊！从早到晚观光，在装饰华丽的餐馆停下来吃丰盛的午餐，经历各种各样令人解颐的奇遇。下雨天我就待在罗浮宫，沉迷于画中。对那些艺术精疲乔会翘起她淘气的鼻子，因为她对艺术没有热情，可是我有。我尽快地培养艺术眼光与趣味。她会更喜欢伟人的纪念物。在这里我看到了拿破仑的三角帽和灰大衣，他小孩的摇篮以及他的旧牙刷；还有玛丽·安托瓦内特王后的小鞋子，圣丹尼斯主教的戒指，查理曼大帝的剑等其他许多有趣的东西。我回家后会和你们谈上几小时的，可是现在没时间写了。
皇宫非常漂亮--里面有那么多珠宝，那么多美丽的东西，我都快要发狂了，因为我买不起它们。弗雷德要为我买一些，可我当然不能让他这么做。还有那林园和香榭丽舍大街，ｔｒèｓｍａｇｎｉeｉｑｕｅ。我见过几次皇室成员 皇帝很丑，看上去很冷酷，皇后面色苍白，很美，可是打扮得不雅致，我想- 紫裙子、绿帽子、黄手套。小拿卜是个漂亮的男孩，他坐在四轮大马车里和他的导师闲谈着，向他们经过的人群飞着吻，车上左马骑手们穿着红缎子夹克，车前车后各有一个骑马卫兵。
我们常去杜伊勒利花园散步，那里非常漂亮，尽管那古色古香的卢森堡公园更合我意。ＰèｒｅｌａＣｈａｉｓｅ非常令人好奇，因为许多墓穴像小屋子，往里看，可以看见一张桌子，上面有死者的画像，还有为前来吊唁的人们设的坐椅。那真太有法国味了。
我们的屋子位于里佛利街，坐在阳台上，我们眺望着长街的迷人景色。白天玩累了，晚上不想出去时在阳台上闲聊真是令人惬意。弗雷德非常有趣，他是我所遇见的最令人愉快的小伙子- 除了劳里，劳里的风度更迷人。但愿弗雷德是黑皮肤，因为我不喜欢皮肤白的男人。可是沃恩家富有，门第高贵，我也就不挑剔他们的黄头发了，再说，我的头发比他们的还要黄。
下星期我们要出发去德国和瑞士。我们行程匆匆，所以我只能仓促地给你们写信了。我将记日记，尽量"正确地记注清楚地描绘我们见到的和欣赏的一切"，像爸爸建议的那样。那对我是个很好的锻炼，我的日记和速写本会比这些胡言乱语让你们更好地了解我的旅行。
Ａｄｉｅｕ，亲切地拥抱你们。
你们的艾美
海德堡
亲爱的妈妈：
动身去伯尔尼前还有一小时的清静，我来告诉你发生了些什么，你会看到，其中一些事非常重要。
沿着莱茵河航行非常美妙，我只是坐在船上全身心地享受着。找来爸爸那些旧旅行指南读一读吧，我的语言不够美，描绘不出那种景致。在科布伦次，我们过得很快活。弗雷德在船上结识的几个波恩学生为我们演奏了小夜曲。那是个月光皎洁的夜晚，大约一点钟左右，我和弗洛被窗下传来的一阵妙曼的歌声弄醒了。我们一跃而起，躲到窗帘后，偷偷往外看，原来是弗雷德和那些学生在窗下不停地唱歌。这可是我见过的最浪漫的情景 -那河、那船桥、对岸的城堡、如洗的月光，还有那动人心弦的音乐。
等他们唱完，我们便朝下扔花束，看到他们争抢着，对着看不见的女士们飞吻，然后笑着走开了--我猜是去抽烟、喝啤酒。第二天早上，弗雷德给我看插在他背心口袋里的一朵弄皱了的花，他看上去充满柔情。我笑话他，说那不是我扔的，是弗洛扔的，这迫使他失意。他把花扔出窗外，头脑又冷静下来。我担心会和这个男孩发生麻烦事，已经开始有点苗头了。
拿骚的温泉浴场令人快乐，巴当 巴当市的也是这样。弗雷德在那里丢了些钱，我责备了他。弗兰克不和他在一起时弗雷德需要人照顾。凯特曾经说她希望他赶快结婚。我有同感，他需要结婚。法兰克福令人愉快，在那里我看到了歌德的故居，席勒的雕像，丹内苛尔著名的《阿里阿德涅》，故事非常好，可要是我对这故事知道得多一些我会更欣赏的。我不愿问别人，每个人都知道这故事，或者假装知道。希望乔能把故事全讲给我听。我本来应该多读些书的，因为我现在发现我什么都不知道，真后悔。
现在说说正经事吧—-它发生在这里，弗雷德刚走。他一直彬彬有礼，有趣味，我们都喜欢他。在唱小夜曲的夜晚之前，我一直只把他看作一起旅游的朋友，从未想过别的。打那以后，我开始感觉到，那月光下的散步、阳台上的闲聊、每日的奇遇，对他来说，意义超出娱乐之外。我没有调情，妈妈，真的。我记住了你对我说的话，尽了最大的努力。我没法阻止别人喜欢我。我没有讨好他们，要是我不喜欢他们，我还会着急的，尽管乔会说我没有感情。我知道妈妈会摇头，姐姐们会说： “哦，这个唯利是图的小坏蛋！”可是，我已经打定主意，如果弗雷德向我求婚，我就接受，虽然我没有狂热地爱上他。我喜欢他，我们在一起相处很愉快。他英竣年轻、十分聪明、非常富有- 比劳伦斯家富得多。我想他家人不会反对的。我将非常幸福，因为他们全家人都很友善、有教养、慷慨大方，他们喜欢我。弗雷德作为双胞胎中的老大，我想，将会得到房产。那是一座多么令人满意的住宅啊！房子位于市区上流社会的街区，不像我们家的大房子那样显眼，但是住在里面的舒适程度远远超过我们。房子里满是英国人推崇的纯粹的奢侈品。我喜欢这样，那些可都是地地道道的。
我见过那刻有姓氏的金属牌、家传珍宝、老仆人，以及乡下别墅的照片，上面有花园、大房子、可爱的庭院，还有骏马，哦，我还能求什么呢？我宁愿拥有这些，可不要女孩们乐意抢夺的什么爵位了，我觉得这样也没拉下什么。我可能是唯利是图，但是，我讨厌贫穷。只要有可能我一分钟也不能忍受贫穷。我们中必须有一个人嫁给富人；梅格没有，乔不会这么做，贝思还不能够，所以我将这么做，把我们身边的一切都变得舒适。我不会去嫁给一个我讨厌或者看不起的人，你们可以确信。虽然弗雷德不是我理想的英雄，但他做得不错，如果他非常喜欢我，让我随心所欲，总有一天我会十分喜欢他的。所以，上个星期，我一直在脑中考虑这件事。显而易见弗雷德喜欢我。他什么也没说，但是一些小事情表明了一切。他从不和弗洛一起走，坐车、吃饭、散步时，他总是在我这一边，当我们单独在一起时，他看上去总是柔情万端。谁要是和我说话，他就对谁皱眉头。昨天晚宴时，一个奥地利官员目不转睛地看着我们，然后和他的朋友--一个时髦的男爵--说了些什么"ｅｉｎｗｏｎｄｅｒｓｃｈｏAｎｅｓＢｌｏAｎｄｃｈｅｎ”，弗雷德愤怒得像头狮子，他狠命地切着肉，差点把肉弄出盘子外。他不是那种冷静傲慢的英国人，但是脾气相当暴躁，因为他身上有着苏格兰的血统，这一点我们从他美丽的蓝眼睛就可以猜出。
嗯，昨天日落时分我们去了城堡 除了弗雷德，所有人都去了，他先去待领邮局取信，然后来会我们。我们信步漫游，看看废墟，看看存放大酒桶的地窖，看看早年选帝侯为他的英国妻子建造的美丽花园。我们玩得很开心。我最喜欢那大平台，在那儿可以看到绝妙的景色。因此，当其他人进屋子里去观察时，我坐在平台上，试着画下墙上的灰色石狮子，狮头周围悬挂着红色忍冬。我感到像是身处一种罗曼蒂克的氛围。坐在那里，看着内卡河在山谷中奔腾穿行，听着奥地利乐队在城堡下演奏的乐曲，等着我的情人。我真的像故事书中的女孩。我感觉要发生什么事，我已做好准备。我不脸红，不战栗。我相当冷静，只稍稍有点激动。
不一会儿，我听见了弗雷德的声音。他匆匆穿过大拱门找我。他看上去那样不安，我忘掉了自己，问他怎么回事，他说他刚收到一封信，要他回家，因为弗兰克病得很厉害；他马上就坐夜车走，时间只够道个别。我为他非常难过，也为我自己感到失望。可是难过、失望只有一会儿，因为他握着我的手说 -说话的口气我不会误解的- "我不久就会回来的。你不会忘了我吧，艾美？”我没有许诺，只是看着他，他似乎满意了。没有时间做别的事了，只能互相祝愿，道别。一小时后他便走了。我们大家都非常想念他。我知道他想说出来，但是从他曾经作出的暗示，我想他答应过他爸爸暂时不提这事，因为他是个还未成熟的男孩，而且老先生害怕要一个外国媳妇。不久我们将在罗马相遇。到那时，如果我没改变主意，他问我"愿意吗？”我就说"愿意，谢谢"。
当然，这件事是个大秘密。不过我希望您知道事情的进展。别为我担心。记住我是您"精明的艾美"。确信我不会做出鲁莽的事情来的。期待母亲示教，女儿将慎思采纳。望能见到您一畅己怀，妈咪。爱我吧，相信我。
永远属于您的
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