13 Escape!

13. ESCAPE! Matilda was worn out. It had been a busy morning. She wolfed down her soup. There was freshly baked bread too,

13. 逃跑!玛蒂尔达精疲力竭了。 这是一个忙碌的早晨。 她狼吞虎咽地喝汤。还有新鲜出炉的面包，

and Matilda secretly dropped a few crumbs into the pocket of her apron, for Jim to eat. The sea hags took a little longer to finish their soup, dipping their bread and chattering to one another. They sat back in their chairs with their hands across their tummies, looking sleepy and heavy-lidded. "We'll be having a nap, snoozing in bed. We get a bit sleepy once we've been fed...." And they all yawned. Dabberlocks took Matilda back to the pantry, lifted the key from its hook, and locked her inside. As soon as Matilda

玛蒂尔达偷偷地在围裙口袋里放了一些面包屑给吉姆吃。 海妖们又过了一会儿才喝完汤，一边蘸着面包，一边互相叽叽喳喳地聊天。 他们靠在椅子上，双手捂着肚子，一副困倦的样子，眼皮沉重。 “我们会在床上打个盹。 我们一吃饱就有点困了....” 他们都打了个哈欠。达伯洛克把玛蒂尔达带回食品室，把钥匙从钩子上取下来，锁在里面。 就像玛蒂尔达一样

heard them leave the kitchen, she plucked Jim from her pocket and placed him on the floor. "Dabberlocks told me that they sleep for 'an hour or three' in the afternoon," she said. "That might give us time to escape, if we can unlock this door." Jim looked at the door. "You know what, Tilly, I reckon I could get me'self under the bottom of that door. Where's the key?" "It's hanging by a rope," said Matilda. "On the wall, to the right. I could reach it, but you're a bit... um... small." "But I'm a pirate, Tilly, and I love

听到他们离开厨房，她从口袋里掏出吉姆，把他放在地板上。 “达博洛克斯告诉我，他们下午会睡‘一到三个小时’，”她说。 “如果我们能打开这扇门，我们也许有时间逃跑。” 吉姆看了看门。“你知道吗，蒂莉，我想我可以从那扇门底下钻过去。 钥匙在哪儿？”“它挂在一根绳子上。”玛蒂尔达说。 “在墙上，右边。 我够得着，但你有点… 嗯…小。”“可我是个海盗，蒂莉，我爱

climbin'!" said Jim confidently, crawling out of sight beneath the door. Out of the pantry, he spotted the key on a row of hooks fixed to the wall above the counter. It was a long way up for a very little Jim. The first problem was scaling the kitchen cupboards. Jim needed a rope and a grappling hook. He surveyed the room. Under the table he could see a rusted teaspoon on the floor. He pulled at some loose thread on the tablecloth until it looked long enough to reach the counter. He took his penknife from his belt, cut the thread, and tied it to the teaspoon. It felt like the heaviest teaspoon ever and, unlike his normal grappling hook, it was

爬！”吉姆自信地说，从门下爬了出来。 走出食品室，他看到柜台上方墙上挂着一排挂钩，上面挂着钥匙。 对一个很小的吉姆来说，这是一条很长的路。 第一个问题是缩放厨房橱柜。 吉姆需要一根绳子和一个抓钩。 他环视了一下房间。他看见桌子底下的地板上放着一把生锈的茶匙。 他拉了拉桌布上的一根松线，直到它看起来足够长到柜台为止。 他从腰带上拿出小刀，剪断线，把它系在茶匙上。 它感觉像是有史以来最重的茶匙，不像他平常的抓钩，它确实是

smooth and rounded. But maybe he could get it to latch on to one of the drawer handles. Jim lined himself up beneath the drawers, most of the coiled thread hanging from his left hand, while he spun the teaspoon in his right. He hurled the teaspoon upward as hard and fast as he could. It clattered against the handle, balanced precariously on one edge. Jim tried to jiggle it into position, but it came loose and tumbled to the floor with a crash. He tried again, and exactly the same thing happened.

光滑圆润。但也许他能把它锁在抽屉把手上。 吉姆在抽屉下面站成一排，大部分盘绕的线都挂在左手上，而他则用右手转动茶匙。 他用最大的力气和最快的速度把茶匙向上扔去。 它碰在门把手上，摇摇晃晃地站在一边。 吉姆试图把它摇到合适的位置，但它松了，哗啦一声摔在地板上。 他又试了一次，同样的事情又发生了。