Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10 Janie's heart was still hammering when they got back to the train. She grabbed her overnight bag from under her seat and went into the washroom. She locked the door and took off her coat. Inside the coat's lining, the hidden pocket was fraying; stitches had come loose. That's how one of the rings had wormed its way through the thin wool of Janie's coat.

第十章他们回到火车上时，珍妮的心还在怦怦直跳。 她从座位下面抓起她的旅行袋，走进洗手间。 她锁上门，脱下外套。 在大衣的衬里，隐藏的口袋正在磨损；缝线松了。 这就是其中一个戒指如何从珍妮的薄羊毛大衣里钻出来的。

Luckily, Violet wasn't really hurt—and nobody had noticed the glittering speck on Janie's coat. She'd quickly pushed it back through the little hole. Still, it was a close call. And now Janie had to figure out what to do with the jewels. Janie carefully dug them out of the hidden pocket. She held the glittering bundle in her hand. "Janie! Janie!" Little fists pounded on the door. "Just a minute, Violet!" Janie sighed. Little kids were the worst. Even cute ones like Violet. She quickly pulled a long red wool sock from her bag. She stuffed the jewels into the toe, rolled the sock into a tight ball, and tucked it into the bottom of her bag. It wasn't the best hiding place. But it would have to do.

幸运的是，维奥莱特并没有真的受伤——也没有人注意到珍妮外套上闪闪发光的斑点。 她很快就把它从小洞里推了回去。 尽管如此，这还是千钧一发。 现在珍妮得想办法怎么处理那些珠宝了。 珍妮小心翼翼地把它们从隐藏的口袋里挖了出来。 她手里拿着闪闪发光的包裹。 “珍妮!珍妮!”小拳头敲打着门。 “等一下，维奥莱特！”珍妮叹了口气。 小孩子是最糟糕的。 即使是像维奥莱特这样可爱的。 她迅速地从包里拿出一只长长的红色羊毛袜子。 她把珠宝塞进鞋尖，把袜子卷成一个紧球，塞进包底。 那不是最好的藏身之处。 但也只能这样了。

That entire day and night passed. And the next day was more of the same—waiting, meals at the beanery, cards and checkers to pass the time. They did finally see two snowplows in action. They were massive, pushed by giant locomotives. Passengers pressed their faces to the windows as the plows cleared away snow that blocked their train. But it was no use. The snow kept coming, and within a few hours the track was hopelessly blocked again. "My family must be so worried!" "I'm going to get fired from my job!" By that night rumors were swirling about the five snowplows on the mountain—that at least one of them had broken down, and that the four others were running low on coal. They also heard that many of the shovelers were exhausted and couldn't keep up with the snow pouring down. Poor Mrs. Letts stared teary-eyed at the photos of her grandchildren. Violet was bouncing off the

整整一天一夜过去了。 第二天还是老样子——等待，在茶馆吃饭，打牌和跳棋来打发时间。 他们终于看到两台扫雪机在工作。 它们是巨大的，由巨大的火车头推动。 当雪犁清除堵塞火车的积雪时，乘客们把脸贴在车窗上。 但是没有用。雪不停地下，几个小时后，道路又无可救药地堵塞了。 “我的家人一定很担心！”“我要被解雇了！”那天晚上，关于山上五台扫雪机的流言四起——至少有一台坏了，另外四台的煤也快用完了。 他们还听说，许多铲雪的人都累坏了，跟不上滚滚而来的雪。 可怜的莱茨太太盯着孙子们的照片，眼里含着泪水。 维奥莱特在弹

walls. She kept begging to build a snowman, but the gushing snow and fierce winds wouldn't let up. But nobody was more upset than Mr. Riggins. All Thursday he paced the aisles, checking his pocket watch. He pestered Mr. Pettit for updates. Finally, after supper that night, the conductor had news. "We're leaving Cascade tonight," he announced. "And—" Cheers filled the car. "Just a moment," Mr. Pettit called, holding out his hands for people to hush up. "We're not going to Seattle. We're moving to the other side of the tunnel, to a town called Wellington. It's just a short ride, about three miles. We'll be staying in Wellington until, uh… the tracks are clear." The cheers turned to groans. "Why leave Cascade if we're only going three miles?" Mr. McBride asked.

墙壁。她不停地求着堆雪人，但大雪和狂风却停不下来。 但没人比里金斯先生更难过了。 整个星期四，他都在过道里踱来踱去，看他的怀表。 他缠着佩蒂特询问最新情况。 那天晚饭后，列车长终于传来了消息。 “我们今晚就离开喀斯喀特，”他宣布。 “还有——”欢呼声响彻了整个汽车。 “等一下，”佩蒂特先生喊道，伸出双手让人们安静下来。 “我们不去西雅图。 我们要搬到隧道的另一边，一个叫惠灵顿的小镇。 只是很短的路程，大约三英里。 我们要待在惠灵顿，直到……铁轨畅通。” 欢呼声变成了呻吟声。 “如果我们只走三英里，为什么要离开喀斯喀特？”麦克布莱德先生问。

"The beanery is running low on food," Mr. Pettit said. "But there's plenty for us in Wellington. Coal too. Now if you'll excuse me…" He turned to leave, but Mr. Riggins blocked his way. "I demand the truth!" he said, his cheeks beet red. "When will this train get to Seattle?" The conductor's shoulders slumped a bit. Janie could see how exhausted he was. "At this point, I just don't know," he said. "This blizzard… it's very bad." He said a polite goodbye and headed out of their car, leaving a trail of complaints behind him. Late that night, the train moved through the pitchblack tunnel. It wasn't until Friday morning that they got a look at Wellington. It was a little railroad town like Cascade, just a bunch of

佩蒂特说：“豆荚厂的食物快用完了。” “但惠灵顿有很多东西等着我们。 煤炭。现在请原谅……”他转身要走，但里金斯先生挡住了他的去路。 “我要知道真相！”他说，他的脸涨得通红。 “这列火车什么时候到西雅图？”售票员的肩膀耷拉了一下。 珍妮看得出他是多么疲惫。 “在这一点上，我只是不知道，”他说。 “这场暴风雪……太糟糕了。” 他礼貌地说了声再见，走出了他们的车，身后留下了一连串的抱怨。 那天深夜，火车穿过漆黑的隧道。 直到星期五早上，他们才看了一眼惠灵顿。 那是个像喀斯喀特一样的铁路小镇，只有一群

roughly built shacks and cottages scattered like freckles around a railyard. What was different here was that this tiny town seemed to be hanging off the side of the mountain. Their train was parked on the edge of a skinny ledge—overlooking a canyon. "I didn't think it was possible," said Mr. Riggins as they trudged along a shoveled path to get breakfast. "But this place is even more of a dump than Cascade." Frederick turned to Janie and rolled his eyes. Everyone was getting tired of Mr. Riggins's griping. But even Mr. Riggins cheered up a bit when he saw where they'd be eating their meals. It was a hotel called Bailets. The rough, rambling white building was nothing fancy like the Pennington in Spokane. Compared to the beanery, though, Bailets was fit for kings and queens. The tables were covered with blue-and-red checked tablecloths. There were plants hanging in

粗制滥造的棚屋和茅屋像雀斑一样散落在火车站周围。 这里的不同之处在于，这个小镇似乎悬在山的一边。 他们的火车停在一个狭窄的岩架边缘，俯瞰着峡谷。 “我不认为这是可能的，”里金斯说，他们正沿着一条铲过的小路艰难地去吃早餐。 “但这地方比喀斯喀特更糟糕。” 弗雷德里克转向珍妮，翻了个白眼。 大家都厌倦了里金斯先生的唠叨。 但即使是里金斯先生，当他看到他们在哪里吃饭时，也有点高兴起来。 那是一家叫巴莱茨的酒店。 这座粗糙、杂乱的白色建筑一点也不像斯波坎市的彭宁顿酒店那么豪华。 不过，与豆豆作坊相比，巴莱茨更适合国王和王后。 桌子上铺着红蓝相间的格子桌布。 有一些植物挂在上面