Chapter 11

CHAPTER XI Anne's Impressions of Sunday-School "Well, how do you like them?" said Marilla. Anne was standing in the gable room, looking solemnly at three new dresses spread out on the bed. One was of snuffy colored gingham which Marilla had been tempted to buy from a peddler the preceding summer because it looked so serviceable; one was of black-and-white checkered sateen which she had picked up at a bargain counter in the winter; and one was a stiff print of an ugly blue shade which she had purchased that week at a Carmody store. She had made them up herself, and they were all made alike-plain skirts fulled tightly to plain waists, with sleeves as plain as waist and skirt and tight as sleeves could be. "I'll imagine that I like them," said Anne soberly. "I don't want you to imagine it," said Marilla, offended.

第十一章 安妮对主日学校的印象 "哎，你觉得它们怎么样呀？"玛丽拉问道。 安妮站在山墙房间里，神情严肃地望着摊在床上的三条新裙子。 其中一条是棕褐色方格棉布裙，去年夏天玛丽拉见它耐穿，一时心动从小贩那儿买下了它； 另一条是黑白格棉缎裙，是冬天她在打折柜台淘来的； 还有一条是硬挺的深蓝色印花裙，是这星期她在卡莫迪商店买的。 这些裙子都是她亲手缝制，款式全都一样——素净裙摆紧紧收在素净腰身上，袖子也和腰身裙摆一样素净，紧得不能再紧。 "我会想象我很喜欢它们的，"安妮郑重地说。 "我才不要你靠想象，"玛丽拉有些不快地说。

"Oh, I can see you don't like the dresses! What is the matter with them? Aren't they neat and clean and new?" "Yes." "Then why don't you like them?" "They're-they're not-pretty," said Anne reluctantly. "Pretty!" Marilla sniffed. "I didn't trouble my head about getting pretty dresses for you. I don't believe in pampering vanity, Anne, I'll tell you that right off. Those dresses are good, sensible, serviceable dresses, without any frills or furbelows about them, and they're all you'll get this summer. The brown gingham and the blue print will do you for school when you begin to go. The sateen is for church and Sunday school. I'll expect you to keep them neat and clean and not to tear them. I should think you'd be grateful to get most anything after those skimpy wincey things you've been wearing." "Oh, I AM grateful," protested Anne. "But I'd be ever so much gratefuller if-if you'd made just one of them with puffed sleeves. Puffed sleeves are so fashionable now. It would give me such a thrill, Marilla, just to wear a dress with puffed sleeves."

"哦，我看得出来你根本不喜欢这些裙子！ 这裙子到底出什么问题了？ 它们不整齐不干净，也不是新的吗？" "是啊。" "那你为什么不喜欢呢？" "它们……它们不……好看，"安妮不情愿地说。 "好看！" 玛丽拉嗤了一声。 "我压根没想着给你做漂亮裙子。 我可不惯着虚荣心，安妮，我这就把话说清楚。 这些裙子舒服实用又耐穿，没有多余的花饰，今年夏天你就只能穿这些。 等你开学了，棕棉布裙和蓝印花裙就够上学穿了。 那条棉缎裙留着去教堂和主日学校穿。 我要求你把它们穿得干干净净，不许扯坏。 你之前穿的都是窄巴巴的粗布裙，能有新裙子穿你该知足了。" "哦，我真的很感激，"安妮连忙辩解。 "可是如果你哪怕只给一条做泡泡袖，我会更感激的。 现在泡泡袖可太时髦了。 穿上带泡泡袖的裙子我会开心坏的，玛丽拉。"

"Well, you'll have to do without your thrill. I hadn't any material to waste on puffed sleeves. I think they are ridiculous-looking things anyhow. I prefer the plain, sensible ones." "But I'd rather look ridiculous when everybody else does than plain and sensible all by myself," persisted Anne mournfully. "Trust you for that! Well, hang those dresses carefully up in your closet, and then sit down and learn the Sunday school lesson. I got a quarterly from Mr. Bell for you and you'll go to Sunday school tomorrow," said Marilla, disappearing downstairs in high dudgeon. Anne clasped her hands and looked at the dresses. "I did hope there would be a white one with puffed sleeves," she whispered disconsolately. "I prayed for one, but I didn't much expect it on that account. I didn't suppose God would have time to bother about a little orphan girl's dress. I knew I'd just have to depend on Marilla for it. Well, fortunately I can imagine that one of them is of snow-white muslin with lovely lace frills and three-puffed sleeves."

"哼，那你就只能放弃这份开心了。 我可没有多余布料浪费在泡泡袖上。 反正我本来就觉得泡泡袖看着滑稽得很。 我就喜欢素净实用的裙子。" "可大家都穿，我宁愿跟着大家看起来滑稽，也不想只有我一个素净老实，"安妮难过地坚持道。 "我就知道你会这么说！ 行了，把裙子好好挂进衣橱，然后坐下来学生主日学校的课文。 我从贝尔先生那儿给你拿了本季刊，你明天去主日学校，"玛丽拉说完，气冲冲地下楼了。 安妮攥紧双手，看着这些裙子。 "我本来还盼着能有一条带泡泡袖的白裙子，"她闷闷不乐地小声说。 "我还为此祈祷了，不过我也没抱多大指望。 我才不觉得上帝有空操心一个小孤女的裙子呢。 我知道我只能指望玛丽拉。 不过还好，我可以想象其中一条是雪白细麻布做的，带着漂亮的蕾丝边，还有三层泡泡袖呢。"

The next morning warnings of a sick headache prevented Marilla from going to Sunday-school with Anne. "You'll have to go down and call for Mrs. Lynde, Anne." she said. "She'll see that you get into the right class. Now, mind you behave yourself properly. Stay to preaching afterwards and ask Mrs. Lynde to show you our pew. Here's a cent for collection. Don't stare at people and don't fidget. I shall expect you to tell me the text when you come home." Anne started off irreproachable, arrayed in the stiff blackand-white sateen, which, while decent as regards length and certainly not open to the charge of skimpiness, contrived to emphasize every corner and angle of her thin figure. Her hat was a little, flat, glossy, new sailor, the extreme plainness of which had likewise much disappointed Anne, who had permitted herself secret visions of ribbon and flowers. The latter, however, were supplied before Anne reached the main road, for being confronted halfway down the lane with a golden frenzy of wind-stirred buttercups and a glory of wild roses, Anne

第二天早上，玛丽拉犯了头疼，没法陪安妮去主日学校。 "你下去叫上林德太太陪你一起去，安妮。" 她说。 "她会帮你分到合适的班级。 记住了，要好好守规矩，举止得体。 听完布道之后别走，让林德太太带你去找我们的座位。 这是一分钱，用来奉献。 别盯着别人看，也别坐立不安的。 你回家的时候，我要你告诉我今天的经文是什么。" 安妮收拾得妥妥当当出发了，穿上了那件硬挺的黑白棉缎裙，这条裙子长度合适，也不算窄，可偏生生把安妮瘦削身材的每一处棱角都凸显了出来。 她的帽子是一顶崭新的小平头亮面水手帽，它过分素净的样子也让安妮大失所望，安妮本来偷偷梦想着能有缎带和鲜花做装饰。 不过，安妮还没走到大路上，就得到了想要的装饰——在小路中段，一大片被风吹得摇曳的金黄毛茛，一团灿烂盛放的野玫瑰出现在她面前，安妮

promptly and liberally garlanded her hat with a heavy wreath of them. Whatever other people might have thought of the result it satisfied Anne, and she tripped gaily down the road, holding her ruddy head with its decoration of pink and yellow very proudly. When she had reached Mrs. Lynde's house she found that lady gone. Nothing daunted, Anne proceeded onward to the church alone. In the porch she found a crowd of little girls, all more or less gaily attired in whites and blues and pinks, and all staring with curious eyes at this stranger in their midst, with her extraordinary head adornment. Avonlea little girls had already heard queer stories about Anne. Mrs. Lynde said she had an awful temper; Jerry Buote, the hired boy at Green Gables, said she talked all the time to herself or to the trees and flowers like a crazy girl. They looked at her and whispered to each other behind their quarterlies. Nobody made any friendly advances, then or later on when the opening exercises were over and Anne found herself in Miss Rogerson's class.

她很快就用这些花编了个厚花环，满满地装饰在了自己的帽子上。 不管旁人觉得这个装扮怎么样，安妮自己满意极了，她蹦蹦跳跳欢快地沿路走去，骄傲地抬着点缀了粉花黄花的红润小脑袋。 等安妮走到林德太太家，发现林德太太已经出门了。 安妮一点都不打退堂鼓，径自一个人往教堂走去。 在教堂门廊，她遇到一群小姑娘，都多多少少穿了白、蓝、粉色的漂亮衣裳，全都好奇地盯着这个闯入她们中间、戴着奇特头饰的陌生女孩。 埃文利的小姑娘们早就听过关于安妮的离奇传闻了。 林德太太说她脾气坏极了； 绿山墙的雇工杰瑞·布奥特说，安妮总跟自己说话，要么对着花树说个不停，像个疯丫头。 她们看着安妮，躲在季度课本后面交头接耳。 不管是刚见面的时候，还是开场礼拜结束安妮坐到罗杰森小姐班上之后，都没有人对她表示友好。

Miss Rogerson was a middle-aged lady who had taught a Sunday-school class for twenty years. Her method of teaching was to ask the printed questions from the quarterly and look sternly over its edge at the particular little girl she thought ought to answer the question. She looked very often at Anne, and Anne, thanks to Marilla's drilling, answered promptly; but it may be questioned if she understood very much about either question or answer. She did not think she liked Miss Rogerson, and she felt very miserable; every other little girl in the class had puffed sleeves. Anne felt that life was really not worth living without puffed sleeves. "Well, how did you like Sunday school?" Marilla wanted to know when Anne came home. Her wreath having faded, Anne had discarded it in the lane, so Marilla was spared the knowledge of that for a time. "I didn't like it a bit. It was horrid." "Anne Shirley!" said Marilla rebukingly. Anne sat down on the rocker with a long sigh, kissed one of Bonny's leaves, and waved her hand to a blossoming fuchsia.

罗杰森小姐是位中年女士，已经在主日学教了二十年书了。 她的教学方法是，照着季度课本印好的问题提问，再从课本边缘严厉地盯着她觉得该回答的那个小姑娘。 她经常看向安妮，多亏玛丽拉提前帮安妮练过，安妮回答得很快； 不过，安妮到底懂了多少问题和答案，可就说不准了。 安妮觉得自己不喜欢罗杰森小姐，她难过得要命； 班上其他小姑娘都穿了泡泡袖裙子。 安妮觉得，没有泡泡袖，活着都没有意思了。 "哎，你觉得主日学怎么样呀？" 安妮回到家，玛丽拉立刻开口问她。 安妮的花环早就蔫了，被她扔在了小路上，所以玛丽拉暂时还不知道这件事。 "我一点都不喜欢。 它太糟糕了。" "安妮·雪莉！"玛丽拉责备地喊道。 安妮长长叹了口气坐到摇椅上，吻了吻邦妮的一片叶子，又朝盛开的倒挂金钟挥了挥手。