5 A Cry in the House

CHAPTER 5 A Cry in the House For a while, every day was like Mary's first. Martha would bring her breakfast and help her dress. Mary would complain more than she ate. Then she'd go outside to explore the gardens. But after several days, she woke up feeling hungry. "It tastes nice today," she said of her porridge. "It's the fresh moor air that's given you an appetite," said Martha. "You keep playing outdoors. It'll soon put flesh on your bones and color in your cheeks."

有一段时间，玛丽每天都像第一天一样。 玛莎会给她送早餐，帮她穿衣服。 玛丽抱怨得比吃得多。 然后她会出去探索花园。 但几天后，她醒来时感到饿了。 “今天的粥味道不错，”她说。 “是沼地的新鲜空气使你胃口大开，”玛莎说。 “你一直在户外玩。 它很快就会让你的骨头长出肉来，让你的脸颊变得红润。”

"I have nothing to play with," Mary replied. "You've got sticks and stones!" Martha exclaimed. "My brothers and sisters play with what they can find. They run and shout and look at things." Mary did look at things in the gardens. Sometimes she saw Ben Weatherstaff, but he was always too busy to pay attention to her. She discovered a long walkway outside the garden walls, where thick ivy grew. Mary found a place at the end of the walkway where the ivy was extra thick and bushy. She wondered why it had not been trimmed like the rest. One day she was staring up at a long tendril of ivy swinging in the wind. Suddenly she saw a flash of red—the robin redbreast perched atop the wall. "Oh!" she cried out. "Is it you?" It didn't

“我没有什么可玩的，”玛丽回答。 “你有棍子和石头！”玛莎喊道。 “我的兄弟姐妹们能找到什么就玩什么。 他们跑着、喊着、看东西。” 玛丽确实看了花园里的东西。 有时她见到本·威瑟斯塔夫，但他总是太忙，顾不上注意她。 她发现花园墙外有一条长长的走道，上面长着厚厚的常春藤。 玛丽在走道尽头找到了一块地方，那里的常春藤特别浓密。 她奇怪为什么没有像其他头发一样修剪。 有一天，她抬头望着一根在风中摇摆的长春藤卷须。 突然，她看到一道红光，那只知更鸟栖息在墙头。 “啊！”她叫道。“是你吗？”它没有

seem odd to talk to him. He twittered and chirped back. To Mary, it seemed that he was saying "Good morning!" and inviting her to come along with him. Mary laughed. She ran after him as he hopped and took short flights. "I like you!" she cried out. She made chirping sounds and tried to whistle, and the robin seemed pleased. He flew up to a treetop to sing, behind the orchard wall on the other side of the garden. "He must live in the garden without a door!" she thought. She ran up the path and back through the kitchen gardens to the orchard. She went straight to the wall where she had first seen him. There he was—just finishing his concert. "It is the secret garden," she said to herself. "I am sure it is!"

跟他说话感觉怪怪的。他叽叽喳喳地叫着，又唧唧喳喳地回答。 对玛丽来说，他似乎在说“早上好！”并邀请她一起去。 玛丽笑了。当他跳跃和短途飞行时，她跟着他跑。 “我喜欢你！”她喊道。 她发出唧唧喳喳的声音，并试图吹口哨，知更鸟似乎很高兴。 他飞到花园另一边果园墙后的树梢上唱歌。 “他一定是住在没有门的花园里！”她想。 她跑上小路，穿过厨房花园跑回果园。 她径直走向她第一次见到他的那堵墙。 他刚刚结束了他的音乐会。 “这就是秘密花园，”她自言自语道。 “我肯定是！”

She searched again for a door in the orchard wall, but still found nothing. So she ran all the way back to the long path that wound along the ivy-covered wall. She walked up and down, searching very carefully. Still, no door. That night, Martha chatted amiably while Mary ate. Mary didn't mind listening to her now. When Mary finished her supper, she and Martha sat near the fireplace. The wind was howling outside. It banged at the windows like an invisible giant trying to break in. But by the fire, they felt safe and warm. Mary asked, "Why did Mr. Craven hate the garden?" Although hesitant, Martha tried to explain. "It was his wife's, and she loved it. Mr. and Mrs. Craven tended the flowers themselves. None of the gardeners ever went in. The two

她又在果园的墙边找了一扇门，但还是一无所获。 于是她一路跑回那条长长的小路，那条小路蜿蜒在爬满常春藤的墙上。 她走来走去，仔细地寻找着。 还是没有门。那天晚上，玛莎在玛丽吃饭的时候亲切地聊天。 玛丽现在不介意听她说话了。 玛丽吃完晚饭后，她和玛莎坐在壁炉旁。 外面风在怒号。 它砰砰地敲打着窗户，就像一个看不见的巨人想闯进来。 但在炉火旁，他们感到安全和温暖。 玛丽问：“克雷文先生为什么讨厌花园？”尽管犹豫不决，玛莎还是试着解释。 “这是他妻子的，她很喜欢。 克雷文夫妇亲自照料这些花。 没有一个园丁进去过。 这两个

of them would stay there for hours, just reading and talking. In it was an old tree with a branch that bent like a seat—Mrs. Craven liked to sit there. But one day, the branch broke and she fell. She was hurt so badly that she died the next day. That's why Mr. Craven hates it. Mrs. Medlock says nobody can talk about it, or about lots of other things... "Mary fell silent. She was thinking about Mr. Craven and how sad he must be, when just then she heard a curious sound, like a child crying. She was sure that it was coming from inside. "Do you hear that?" she asked. Martha looked confused. She said, "It's the wind. Sometimes it sounds like someone's lost on the moor, crying for help." "But it's here," Mary insisted, "down one of the corridors."

他们中的一些人会在那里呆上几个小时，只是看书和聊天。 里面有一棵老树，树枝弯得像个座位。 克雷文喜欢坐在那里。 但是有一天，树枝断了，她掉了下来。 她伤得很重，第二天就死了。 所以克雷文先生才讨厌它。 梅德洛克太太说没人能谈论这件事，还有很多其他的事情…… 玛丽沉默了。她正在想着克雷文先生，想着他一定很伤心，就在这时，她听到了一种奇怪的声音，像是孩子的哭声。 她确信那声音是从里面发出来的。 “你听到了吗？”她问。 玛莎看起来很困惑。她说：“是风。 有时听起来就像有人在荒野上迷路了，在呼救。” “但它就在这里，”玛丽坚持说，“在一条走廊下面。”

At that instant, a strong gust blew open Mary's door with a crash. The light went out. The sound of crying grew louder than ever. "I told you!" Mary shouted. "Someone is crying, and it isn't a grown-up!" Martha jumped up. Then they both heard a door somewhere being banged shut. "It must be the new kitchen maid crying," Martha said stubbornly. "She has an awful toothache." Mary stared hard at Martha. Inside she knew that Martha was not telling the truth.

就在这时，一阵强风砰的一声吹开了玛丽家的门。 灯灭了。哭声比以前更大了。 “我告诉过你！”玛丽喊道。 “有人在哭，而且不是大人！”玛莎跳了起来。 然后他们俩都听到某处有一扇门砰地关上了。 “一定是新来的厨房女佣在哭。”玛莎固执地说。 “她牙痛得厉害。” 玛丽紧紧地盯着玛莎。 她心里知道玛莎说的不是实话。