'Where's the map?' said Julian. 'Is that it, George? Good! Now - where shall we spread it?'
'On the floor,' said Anne. 'A map is always easiest to read on the floor. I'll push the table out of theway.'
'Well, be careful, for goodness' sake,' said George. 'Father's in his study, and you know whathappened before when someone pushed the table right over!'
Everyone laughed. George's father so often came pouncing1 out of his study if any sudden noise wasmade when he was working.
The table was pushed out of the way and the big map unfolded and spread out over the floor.
Timmy was surprised to see the four children kneeling down around it, and barked, imagining thiswas some kind of new game.
'Be quiet, Timmy!' said Dick. 'You've got into trouble once this morning already for making a row.
And stop brushing my face with your tail.'
'Wuff,' said Timmy and lay down heavily on the map.
'Get up, idiot,' said Dick. 'Don't you know we're in a hurry? We want to trace our route to BillycockHill...'
'Billycock Hill - what a lovely name!' said Anne. 'Is that where we're going?'
'Yes,' said Julian, poring over the map. 'It's near some caves we want to see - and there's a ButterflyFarm not far off, and...'
'A Butterfly Farm!' said George, surprised. 'Whatever's that?'
'Just what it sounds like!' said Dick. 'A farm for butterflies! Toby, a friend of ours at school, told meabout it. He lives quite near it and he says it's a most interesting place - they breed butterflies- and moths3, too - from eggs, and sell them to collectors.'
'Do they really?' said Anne. 'Well, I must say I used to enjoy keeping caterpillars4 and seeing whatthey turned into - it was like magic to see a lovely butterfly or moth2 creep out of the chrysalis. But afarm for them - can we really go and see it?'
'Oh, yes - Toby says the men who run it are very decent about showing anyone round,' said Julian.
'Apparently5 Billycock Hill is a good place for rare butterflies, too - that's why they've got their farmthere. They rush about with nets half the time - and at night they go moth-hunting.'
2'It sounds exciting,' said Dick. 'Well, what with caves to see, and a butterfly farm, and Toby to visit,and...'
'And just Five together again on a sunny week's holiday!' said George, giving Timmy a sudden thumpof joy. 'Hurrah6 for Whitsun - and thank goodness our two schools had a week's holiday at the sametime!'
The four cousins sprawled7 on the floor, looking with great interest at the map, following out a routewith their fingers. As they traced out the way, there came an angry noise from the study, whereGeorge's father was at work.
'Who's been tidying my desk? Where are those papers I left here? Fanny, Fanny - come here!'
'He wants Mother - I'll get her,' said George. 'No, I can't - she's gone shopping.'
'Why can't people leave my papers alone?' came her father's voice again. 'Fanny! FANNY!'
Then the study door was flung open and Mr. Kirrin came striding out, muttering to himself. He didn'tsee the four children on the floor, and fell right over them.
Timmy barked in delight and leapt at him, thinking that for once in a way George's father wasactually having a game with them!
'Oooh!' said George, as her father's hand came over her face. 'Don't! What are you doing, Father?'
'Uncle Quentin - sorry you fell over us!' said Julian. 'Shut up, Timmy - this isn't a game!'
He helped his uncle up and waited for the explosion. His uncle brushed himself down and glared atJulian. 'Have you got to lie on the floor? Get down, will you, Timmy? Where's your mother, George?
Get up, for goodness' sake! Where's Joan? If she's been tidying my desk again I'll give her notice!'
Joan the cook appeared at the doorway8, wiping her floury hands on her apron9. 'Whatever's all thisnoise about?' she began. 'Oh, sorry, sir - I didn't know it was you. I...'
'Joan - have you been tidying my desk again?' almost shouted George's father.
'No, sir. Have you lost something? Never you mind, sir, I'll come along and find it,' said Joan, whowas used to Mr. Kirrin's ways. 'Pick up that map, you four - and put the table back. Stop barking,Timmy. George, take him out for goodness' sake, or your father will go mad.'
'He's only excited because we're all together again,' said George, and took Timmy into the garden.
The others followed, Julian folding up the map, grinning.
'We ought to put Uncle Quentin into a play,' said Dick. 'He'd bring the house down! Well - do we 3know the way, Julian? And when do we start?'
'Here's Mother,' said George as someone came to the front gate with a basket.
Julian ran to open it. He was very fond of his kindly10, pleasant-faced aunt. She smiled round at themall.
'Well - have you decided11 where to go - and what to take with you? You'll be able to camp out thisbeautiful weather - what a lovely Whitsun it's going to be!'
'Yes,' said Julian, taking his aunt's basket from her and carrying it indoors. 'We're going to BillycockHill, and as our friend Toby lives at the bottom of it, at Billycock Farm, he's going to lend us all thecamping gear we need.'
'So we shan't need to load our bikes with tents and mattresses12 and things,' said Dick.
'Oh - good!' said his aunt. 'What about food? You can get it at Toby's farm, I suppose?'
'Rather! We shan't feed there, of course,' said Julian. 'But we shall buy any eggs or milk or bread weneed - and Toby says the strawberries are already ripening13!'
Aunt Fanny smiled. 'Well, I needn't worry about your meals, then. And you'll have Timmy with you,too, so he'll look after you all. Won't you, Timmy? You won't let them get into any trouble, will you?'
'Woof,' said Timmy, in his deepest voice, and wagged his tail. 'Woof.'
'Good old Tim,' said George, patting him. 'If it wasn't for you we'd never be allowed to go off somuch on our own, I bet!'
'Uncle Quentin's a bit on the war-path, Aunt Fanny,' said Dick. 'He wants to know who's been tidyinghis desk. He came rushing out of the study, didn't see us lying on the floor round our map- and fell right over us.'
'Oh dear - I'd better go and find out what papers he's lost now,' said his aunt. 'I expect he forgot thathe had a tidying fit on last night, and tidied his desk himself. He's probably put a lot of his mostprecious papers into the waste-paper basket!'
Everyone laughed as Mrs. Kirrin hurried into the study.
'Well, let's get ready,' said Julian. 'We won't need to take much, as old Toby's going to help us.
Macs, of course - and don't forget yours, Timmy! And jerseys14. And one or two maps.'
'And torches,' said Anne, 'because we want to explore those caves. Oh, and let's take our swimsuits incase we find somewhere to bathe. It's warm enough!'
'And candles and matches,' said George, slapping the pocket of her shorts. 'I've got those. I got 4Joan to give me three boxes. And let's take some sweets.'
'Yes. That tin of humbugs,' said Julian. 'And I vote we take our little portable radio!'
'Oh, yes - that's a good idea,' said Anne, pleased. 'We can hear our favourite programmes then -and the news. I don't suppose we shall be able to buy newspapers.'
'I'll get out the bikes from the shed,' said Julian. 'Dick, get the sandwiches from Joan - she said she'dmake us some, because we shan't get to Toby's farm till after our dinner-time - and I bet we'll behungry!'
'Wuff,' said Timmy, who knew that word very well.
'He says remember biscuits for him,' said Anne with a laugh. 'I'll go and get some now, Tim -though I expect you can share meals with the dogs at Billycock Farm.'
Joan had two large packets of sandwiches and cake ready for them, and two bottles of orangeade.
'There you are,' she said, handing them over. 'And if you get through all those you'll no longer feelhungry. And here are Timmy's biscuits - and a bone.'
'You're a brick, Joan,' said Dick, and put his arm round her to give her one of the sudden hugs sheliked. 'Well, you'll soon be rid of us - a whole week at Whitsun - isn't that luck - and with suchglorious weather, too.'
'Buck15 up!' called Julian. 'I've got the bikes - and no one's had a puncture16, for a change. Bring my mac,Dick.'
In three minutes everything was packed into the bicycle baskets, or strapped17 at the back. Timmymade sure that his biscuits and bone were packed by sniffing18 at each basket until he came to the smellhe was hoping for. Then he wagged his tail and bounded round excitedly. The Five were togetheragain - and who knew what might happen? Timmy was ready for anything!
'Good-bye, dears,' said Mrs. Kirrin, standing19 at the gate to see them go. 'Julian, take care of the girls -and Tim, take care of everyone!'
Uncle Quentin suddenly appeared at the window. 'What's all the noise about?' he began impatiently.
'Oh - they're off at last, are they? Now we'll have a little peace and quiet! Good-bye- and behave yourselves!'
'Grown ups always say that,' said Anne as the Five set off happily, ringing their bells in farewell.
'Hurrah - we're off on our own again - yes, you too, Timmy. What fun!'
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v.突然袭击( pounce的现在分词 );猛扑;一眼看出;抓住机会(进行抨击) | |
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2 moth | |
n.蛾,蛀虫 | |
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3 moths | |
n.蛾( moth的名词复数 ) | |
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4 caterpillars | |
n.毛虫( caterpillar的名词复数 );履带 | |
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adv.显然地;表面上,似乎 | |
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6 hurrah | |
int.好哇,万岁,乌拉 | |
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v.伸开四肢坐[躺]( sprawl的过去式和过去分词);蔓延;杂乱无序地拓展;四肢伸展坐着(或躺着) | |
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n.门口,(喻)入门;门路,途径 | |
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n.围裙;工作裙 | |
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adj.和蔼的,温和的,爽快的;adv.温和地,亲切地 | |
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adj.决定了的,坚决的;明显的,明确的 | |
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v.成熟,使熟( ripen的现在分词 );熟化;熟成 | |
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n.运动衫( jersey的名词复数 ) | |
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15 buck | |
n.雄鹿,雄兔;v.马离地跳跃 | |
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n.刺孔,穿孔;v.刺穿,刺破 | |
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adj.用皮带捆住的,用皮带装饰的;身无分文的;缺钱;手头紧v.用皮带捆扎(strap的过去式和过去分词);用皮带抽打;包扎;给…打绷带 | |
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n.探查法v.以鼻吸气,嗅,闻( sniff的现在分词 );抽鼻子(尤指哭泣、患感冒等时出声地用鼻子吸气);抱怨,不以为然地说 | |
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