Chapter 1

The Haunted Hotel

闹鬼的旅馆

Chapter 1 "Oh my gosh!" Dink cried. "There's a ghost in Green Lawn!" Donald David Duncan, Dink to his friends, was reading the Sunday newspaper on his living room floor. Josh was sprawled on the sofa. He was using raisins to teach Dink's guinea pig, Loretta, to do

第一章“我的天哪!”丁克哭了。 “绿草坪里有鬼!”唐纳德·大卫·邓肯，朋友们的“丁克”，正在客厅的地板上看星期天的报纸。 乔希四肢摊开地躺在沙发上。 他用葡萄干教丁克的小白鼠洛丽塔做事

math. Loretta gobbled up one of the raisins. "Loretta!" Josh scolded. "If you keep eating all the raisins, you'll never learn to add!" Ruth Rose was doing the crossword puzzle. "Maybe she's trying to teach you to subtract, Joshua," she said. Josh tossed a raisin at her. "I'm serious, you guys!" Dink said. He poked his finger at the Green Lawn Gazette's front page. "C'mere and read this!" Ruth Rose glanced at the newspaper. "HEY, THAT'S MR. LINKLETTER!" she yelled. Josh put Loretta in her cage, then read the headline over Dink's shoulder. HAUNTED HOTEL! GHOST SCARES AWAY SHANGRI-LA GUESTS "See, I told you," Dink said. Josh grinned. "You don't really believe that stuff, do you?" he asked. "I'll bet it's a Halloween joke or something." "Yeah, well, Mr. Linkletter looks pretty unhappy in this picture," Dink said. "And he never

数学。洛丽塔狼吞虎咽地吃了一颗葡萄干。 “洛雷塔!”Josh责骂。“如果你一直吃所有的葡萄干，你永远学不会加法!”露丝·罗斯在做填字游戏。 “也许她是想教你减法，约书亚，”她说。 乔希朝她扔了一颗葡萄干。 “我是认真的，伙计们!”丁克说。 他用手指戳了戳《绿草坪公报》的头版。 “快来读一读!”露丝·罗斯瞥了一眼报纸。 “嘿，那是林克莱特先生!”她喊道。 乔什把洛丽塔关进笼子，然后隔着丁克的肩膀看了头条。 闹鬼的酒店!“看，我告诉过你，”丁克说。 杰克笑了。“你不会真的相信那些东西吧?” “我敢打赌这是万圣节的玩笑什么的。” “是啊，好吧，林克莱特先生在这张照片里看起来很不开心，”丁克说。 他从来没有

tells jokes!" "Besides, Halloween isn't for two more weeks," Ruth Rose added. Josh snorted. "Well, I don't believe in ghosts," he said. "Not until I see one with my own eyes!" "Listen to this," Dink said, reading from the paper. "'Guests report seeing a ghost floating down the hall at midnight. It was carrying a silver sword!'" Josh snorted again. "Ghosts don't carry swords," he said. Ruth Rose reached for her jacket. "Why don't we go to the hotel and see for ourselves?" "Great idea," Dink said, pulling on his sneakers. Josh let out a big sigh. "Okay, but I'm only coming to prove that I'm right." The kids left Dink's house and headed around Silver Circle. A bunch of kids were playing soccer at the elementary school. Their noses were pink and Dink could see their breath. The trees surrounding the playing field had turned red and gold. On Main Street, a long banner hung between two telephone poles. Big letters spelled out the words: GREEN LAWN WELCOMES YOU TO FALL

告诉笑话!”“此外，还有两周才是万圣节，”露丝·罗斯补充道。 Josh哼了一声。“嗯，我不相信有鬼，”他说。 “除非我亲眼看到!”“听着，”丁克一边读着报纸一边说。 “客人们报告说在午夜看到一个鬼在大厅里漂来漂去。 它拿着一把银剑!’”乔希又哼了一声。 “鬼不会带剑的。”他说。 露丝·罗斯伸手去拿她的夹克。 “我们为什么不去旅馆自己看看呢?”“好主意，”丁克边说边穿上球鞋。 乔希深深地叹了口气。“好吧，但我只是来证明我是对的。” 孩子们离开丁克家去了银圈。 一群孩子在小学里踢足球。 他们的鼻子是粉红色的，丁克可以看到他们的呼吸。 运动场周围的树木变成了红色和金色。 在主街上，两根电线杆之间挂着一条长长的横幅。 上面写着几个大字:绿草坪欢迎你来到秋天

FOLIAGE WEEK, OCTOBER 13–20. COME SEE OUR COLORS! The kids stopped across the street from the Shangri-la Hotel. "Look!" Dink said. People lugging suitcases were streaming out of the hotel. One woman was still wearing her slippers! They were pink and fluffy, with floppy bunny ears. A newspaper reporter was trying to interview people as they left the hotel. "Hello, sir," she said to one man. "I'm Linda Gomez from the Green Lawn Gazette. What's your reaction to the hotel ghost?"

叶子周，10月13日至20日。 来看看我们的颜色!孩子们在香格里拉酒店的街对面停了下来。 “看!”丁克说。拖着箱子的人们从旅馆里涌出。 一个女人还穿着拖鞋!它们是粉红色的，毛茸茸的，还有松软的兔子耳朵。 当人们离开酒店时，一位报社记者试图采访他们。 “你好，先生，”她对一个男人说。 我是《绿草坪公报》的琳达·戈麦斯。 你对旅馆里的鬼魂有什么反应?”

"No comment!" the man snapped, and hurried away. "Let's get her to interview us," Josh whispered. "Maybe we'll get our names in the paper!" "We don't know anything yet," Dink said. "Come on, let's find Mr. Linkletter." The kids crossed the street and squeezed through the crowded doorway. Inside, Mr. Linkletter was standing behind the front desk, listening to a man and woman. "…and we demand our money back!" the woman was saying. "We came here to see autumn leaves, not to be frightened by ghosts!" Mr. Linkletter sighed. Dink noticed that his hair was mussed and his eyes were red. "Of course, Mrs. Caruthers," he said. "You'll get a refund for the entire week. I'm sorry for this trouble. We've never had ghosts at the Shangrila!" Dragging their suitcases, the couple hurried past the kids and shoved through the doors. "Boy, they looked mad," Josh said. "Let's go talk to Mr. Linkletter," Dink said. Just then the phone rang. Mr. Linkletter turned to answer it.

“无可奉告!”那人厉声说，匆匆走开了。 “让她来采访我们吧。”乔希低声说。 “也许我们的名字会出现在报纸上!”“我们什么都不知道，”丁克说。 “来吧，我们去找Linkletter先生。” 孩子们穿过街道，挤过拥挤的门口。 在里面，林克莱特站在前台后面，听一男一女谈话。 “……我们要求退款!”女人说。 “我们是来看秋叶的，不是怕鬼的!”林克莱特叹了口气。 丁克注意到他的头发乱糟糟的，眼睛通红。 “当然，卡鲁瑟斯太太，”他说。 “你会得到一整周的退款。 很抱歉给你添麻烦了。 我们香格里拉从来没见过鬼!”这对夫妇拖着行李箱，匆匆走过孩子们，挤进了门。 “天哪，他们看起来疯了，”乔希说。 “我们去和Linkletter先生谈谈，”丁克说。 正在这时，电话响了。林克莱特先生转身回答。