dream days-第7章
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〃Chocolate…room!〃
〃It's got every sort of chocolate you can think of;〃 I went on:
〃soft chocolate; with sticky stuff inside; white and pink; what
girls like; and hard shiny chocolate; that cracks when you bite
it; and takes such a nice long time to suck!〃
〃I like the soft stuff best;〃 she said: 〃'cos you can eat such a
lot more of it!〃
This was to me a new aspect of the chocolate question; and I
regarded her with interest and some respect。 With us; chocolate
was none too common a thing; and; whenever we happened to come
by any; we resorted to the quaintest devices in order to make
it last out。 Still; legends had reached us of children who
actually had; from time to time; as much chocolate as they could
possibly eat; and here; apparently; was one of them。
〃You can have all the creams;〃 I said magnanimously; 〃and I'll
eat the hard sticks; 'cos I like 'em best。〃
〃Oh; but you mustn't!〃 she cried impetuously。 〃You must eat the
same as I do! It isn't nice to want to eat different。 I'll tell
you whatyou must give ME all the chocolate; and then I'll
give YOUI'll give you what you ought to have!〃
〃Oh; all right;〃 I said; in a subdued sort of way。 It seemed a
little hard to be put under a sentimental restriction like this
in one's own Chocolate…room。
〃In the next room you come to;〃 I proceeded; 〃there's fizzy
drinks! There's a marble…slab business all round the room;
and little silver taps; and you just turn the right tap; and have
any kind of fizzy drink you want。〃
〃What fizzy drinks are there?〃 she inquired。
〃Oh; all sorts;〃 I answered hastily; hurrying on。 (She might
restrict my eatables; but I'd be hanged if I was going to have
her meddle with my drinks。)〃 Then you go down the corridor; and
at the back of the palace there's a great big parkthe finest
park you ever saw。 And there's ponies to ride on; and carriages
and carts; and a little railway; all complete; engine and guard's
van and all; and you work it yourself; and you can go first…
class; or in the van; or on the engine; just whichever you
choose。〃
〃I'd go on the engine;〃 she murmured dreamily。 〃No; I wouldn't;
I'd〃
〃Then there's all the soldiers;〃 I struck in。 Really the line
had to be drawn somewhere; and I could not have my railway
system disorganised and turned upside down by a mere girl。
〃There's any quantity of 'em; fine big soldiers; and they all
belong to me。 And a row of brass cannons all along the terrace!
And every now and then I give the order; and they fire off all
the guns!〃
〃No; they don't;〃 she interrupted hastily。 〃I won't have 'em
fire off any guns! You must tell 'em not to。 I hate guns; and
as soon as they begin firing I shall run right away!〃
〃Butbut that's what they're THERE for;〃 I protested; aghast。
〃I don't care;〃 she insisted。 〃They mustn't do it。 They can
walk about behind me if they like; and talk to me; and carry
things。 But they mustn't fire off any guns。〃
I was sadly conscious by this time that in this brave palace of
mine; wherein I was wont to swagger daily; irresponsible and
unquestioned; I was rapidly becomingso to speaka mere lodger。
The idea of my fine big soldiers being told off to 〃carry
things〃! I was not inclined to tell her any more; though there
still remained plenty more to tell。
〃Any other boys there?〃 she asked presently; in a casual sort of
way。
〃Oh yes;〃 I unguardedly replied。 〃Nice chaps; too。 We'll have
great〃 Then I recollected myself。 〃We'll play with them; of
course;〃 I went on。 〃But you are going to be MY friend;
aren't you? And you'll come in my boat; and we'll travel in the
guard's van together; and I'll stop the soldiers firing off their
guns!〃
But she looked mischievously away; anddo what I wouldI could
not get her to promise。
Just then the striking of the village clock awoke within me
another clamorous timepiece; reminding me of mid…day mutton a
good half…mile away; and of penalties and curtailments attaching
to a late appearance。 We took a hurried farewell of each other;
and before we parted I got from her an admission that she might
be gardening again that afternoon; if only the worms would be
less aggressive and give her a chance。
〃Remember;〃 I said as I turned to go; 〃you mustn't tell anybody
about what I've been telling you!〃
She appeared to hesitate; swinging one leg to and fro while she
regarded me sideways with half…shut eyes。
〃It's a dead secret;〃 I said artfully。 〃A secret between us two;
and nobody knows it except ourselves!〃
Then she promised; nodding violently; big…eyed; her mouth pursed
up small。 The delight of revelation; and the bliss of possessing
a secret; run each other very close。 But the latter
generally winsfor a time。
I had passed the mutton stage and was weltering in warm rice
pudding; before I found leisure to pause and take in things
generally; and then a glance in the direction of the window told
me; to my dismay; that it was raining hard。 This was annoying in
every way; for; even if it cleared up later; the wormsI knew
well from experiencewould be offensively numerous and frisky。
Sulkily I said grace and accompanied the others upstairs to the
schoolroom; where I got out my paint…box and resolved to devote
myself seriously to Art; which of late I had much neglected。
Harold got hold of a sheet of paper and a pencil; retired to a
table in the corner; squared his elbows; and protruded his
tongue。 Literature had always been HIS form of artistic
expression。
Selina had a fit of the fidgets; bred of the unpromising weather;
and; instead of settling down to something on her own account;
must needs walk round and annoy us artists; intent on embodying
our conceptions of the ideal。 She had been looking over my
shoulder some minutes before I knew of it; or I would have had a
word or two to say upon the subject。
〃I suppose you call that thing a ship;〃 she remarked
contemptuously。 〃Who ever heard of a pink ship? Hoo…hoo!〃
I stifled my wrath; knowing that in order to score properly it
was necessary to keep a cool head。
〃There is a pink ship;〃 I observed with forced calmness; 〃lying
in the toy…shop window now。 You can go and look at it if you
like。 D'you suppose you know more about ships than the fellows
who make 'em?〃
Selina; baffled for the moment; returned to the charge presently。
〃Those are funny things; too;〃 she observed。 〃S'pose they're
meant to be trees。 But they're BLUE。〃
〃They ARE trees;〃 I replied with severity; 〃and they ARE
blue。 They've got to be blue; 'cos you stole my gamboge last
week; so I can't mix up any green。〃
〃DIDN'T steal your gamboge;〃 declared Selina; haughtily;
edging away; however; in the direction of Harold。 〃And I
wouldn't tell lies; either; if I was you; about a dirty little
bit of gamboge。〃
I preserved a discreet silence。 After all; I knew SHE knew
she stole my gamboge。
The moment Harold became conscious of Selina's stealthy approach;
he dropped his pencil and flung himself flat upon the table;
protecting thus his literary efforts from chilling criticism by
the interposed thickness of his person。 From somewhere in
his interior proceeded a heart rending compound of squeal and
whistle; as of escaping steam;long…drawn; ear piercing;
unvarying in note。
〃I only just want to see;〃 protested Selina; struggling to uproot
his small body from the scrawl it guarded。 But Harold clung
limpet…like to the table edge; and his shrill protest continued
to deafen humanity and to threaten even the serenities of
Olympus。 The time seemed come for a demonstration in force。
Personally I cared little what soul…outpourings of Harold were
pirated by Selinashe was pretty sure to get hold of them sooner
or laterand indeed I rather welcomed the diversion as
favourable to the undisturbed pursuit of Art。 But the