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　　弗朗西丝·

霍奇森·

伯内特生于1849年，卒于1924年。

从16岁起她大部分时间住在美国，但经常回英格兰。

她是一位终身作家，写了很多书，《秘密花园》是她的代表作。

1LittleMissMary

NobodyseemedtocareaboutMary．ShewasborninIndia，whereherfatherwasaBritishofficial．Hewasbusywithhiswork，andhermother，whowasverybeautiful，spentallhertimegoingtoparties．SoanIndianwoman，Kamala，waspaidtotakecareofthelittlegirl．Marywasnotaprettychild．Shehadathinangryfaceandthinyellowhair．ShewasalwaysgivingorderstoKamala，whohadtoobey．Maryneverthoughtofotherpeople，butonlyofherself．Infact，shewasaveryselfish，disagreeable，bad-temperedlittlegirl．

Oneveryhotmorning，whenshewasaboutnineyearsold，shewokeupandsawthatinsteadofKamalatherewasadifferentIndianservantbyherbed．

‘Whatareyoudoinghere？

’sheaskedcrossly．‘Goaway！

AndsendKamalatomeatonce！

’

Thewomanlookedafraid．‘I'

msorry，MissMary，she—she—shecan'

tcome！

Somethingstrangewashappeningthatday．Someofthehouseservantsweremissingandeverybodylookedfrightened．ButnobodytoldMaryanything，andKamalastilldidnotcome．SoatlastMarywentoutintothegarden，andplayedbyherselfunderatree．Shepretendedshewasmakingherownflowergarden，andpickedlargeredflowerstopushintotheground．Allthetimeshewassayingcrosslytoherself，

‘IhateKamala！

I'

llhitherwhenshecomesback！

Justthenshesawhermothercomingintothegarden，withayoungEnglishman．Theydidnotnoticethechild，wholistenedtotheirconversation．

‘It'

sverybad，isit？

’hermotheraskedtheyoungmaninaworriedvoice．

‘Verybad，’heansweredseriously．‘Peoplearedyinglikeflies．It'

sdangeroustostayinthistown．Youshouldgotothehills，wherethere'

snodisease．’

‘Oh，Iknow！

’shecried．‘Wemustleavesoon！

Suddenlytheyheardloudcriescomingfromtheservants’rooms，atthesideofthehouse．

‘What'

shappened？

’criedMary'

smotherwildly．

‘Ithinkoneofyourservantshasjustdied．Youdidn'

ttellmethediseaseishere，inyourhouse！

‘Ididn'

tknow！

’shescreamed．‘Quick，comewithme！

’Andtogethertheyranintothehouse．

NowMaryunderstoodwhatwaswrong．Theterriblediseasehadalreadykilledmanypeopleinthetown，andinallthehousespeopleweredying．InMary'

shouseitwasKamalawhohadjustdied．Laterthatdaythreemoreservantsdiedthere．

Allthroughthenightandthenextdaypeopleraninandoutofthehouse，shoutingandcrying．NobodythoughtofMary．Shehidinherbedroom，frightenedbythestrangeandterriblesoundsthatsheheardaroundher．Sometimesshecriedandsometimessheslept．

Whenshewokethenextday，thehousewassilent．

‘Perhapsthediseasehasgone，’shethought，‘andeverybodyiswellagain．IwonderwhowilltakecareofmeinsteadofKamala？

Whydoesn'

tsomeonebringmesomefood？

It'

sstrangethehouseissoquiet．’

Butjustthensheheardmen'

svoicesinthehall．

‘Howsad！

’saidone．‘Thatbeautifulwoman！

‘Therewasachildtoo，wasn'

tthere？

’saidtheother．‘Althoughnoneofuseversawher．’

Marywasstandinginthemiddleofherroomwhentheyopenedthedoorafewminuteslater．Thetwomenjumpedbackinsurprise．

‘MynameisMaryLennox，’shesaidcrossly．‘Iwasasleepwheneveryonewasill，andnowI'

mhungry．’

sthechild，theonenobodyeversaw！

’saidtheoldermantotheother．‘They'

veallforgottenher！

‘WhywasIforgotten？

’askedMaryangrily．‘Whyhasnobodycometotakecareofme？

Theyoungermanlookedatherverysadly．‘Poorchild！

’hesaid．‘Yousee，there'

snobodyleftaliveinthehouse．Sonobodycancome．’

InthisstrangeandsuddenwayMarylearntthatbothhermotherandherfatherhaddied．Thefewservantswhohadnotdiedhadrunawayinthenight．NoonehadrememberedlittleMissMary．Shewasallalone．

Becauseshehadneverknownherparentswell，shedidnotmissthematall．Sheonlythoughtofherself，asshehadalwaysdone．

‘WherewillIlive？

’shewondered．‘IhopeI'

llstaywithpeoplewho'

llletmedowhatIwant．’

AtfirstshewastakentoanEnglishfamilywhohadknownherparents．Shehatedtheiruntidyhouseandnoisychildren，andpreferredplayingbyherselfinthegarden．Onedayshewasplayingherfavouritegame，pretendingtomakeagarden，whenoneofthechildren，Basil，offeredtohelp．

‘Goaway！

’criedMary．‘Idon'

twantyourhelp！

ForamomentBasillookedangry，andthenhebegantolaughHedancedroundandroundMary，andsangafunnylittlesongaboutMissMaryandherstupidflowers．ThismadeMaryverycrossindeed．Noonehadeverlaughedathersounkindly．

‘You'

regoinghomesoon，’saidBasil．‘Andwe'

reallverypleasedyou'

releaving！

‘I'

mpleasedtoo，’repliedMary．‘Butwhere'

shome？

restupidifyoudon'

tknowthat！

’laughedBasil．England，ofcourse！

You'

regoingtolivewithyouruncle，MrArchibaldGraven．’

veneverheardofhim，’saidMarycoldly．

‘ButIknowabouthimbecauseIheardFatherandMothertalking，’saidBasil．‘Helivesinabiglonelyoldhouse，andhasnofriends，becausehe'

ssobadtempered．He'

sgotacrookedback，andhe'

shorrid！

‘Idon'

tbelieveyou！

’criedMary．ButthenextdayBasil'

sparentsexplainedthatshewasgoingtolivewithheruncleinYorkshire，inthenorthofEngland．Marylookedboredandcrossandsaidnothing．

Afterthelongseajourney，shewasmetinLondonbyMrCraven'

shousekeeper，MrsMedlock．Togethertheytravellednorthbytrain．MrsMedlockwasalargewoman，withaveryredfaceandbrightblackeyes．Marydidnotlikeher，butthatwasnotsurprising，becauseshedidnotusuallylikepeople．MrsMedlockdidnotlikeMaryeither．

‘Whatadisagreeablechild！

’thoughtthehousekeeper．‘ButperhapsIshouldtalktoher．’

‘Icantellyouabitaboutyouruncleifyoulike，’shesaidaloud．‘Helivesinabigoldhouse，alongwayfromanywhere．Therearenearlyahundredrooms，butmostofthemareshutandlocked．There'

sabigparkroundthehouse，andallkindsofgardens．Well，whatdoyouthinkofthat？

‘Nothing，’repliedMary．‘Itdoesn'

tmattertome．’

MrsMedlocklaughed．‘You'

reahardlittlegirl！

Well，ifyoudon'

tcare，MrCravendoesn'

teither．Heneverspendstimeonanyone．He'

sgotacrookedback，yousee，andalthoughhe'

salwaysbeenrich，hewasneverreallyhappyuntilhemarried．’

‘Married？

’repeatedMaryinsurprise．

‘Yes，hemarriedasweet，prettygirl，andhelovedherdeeply．Sowhenshedied—’

‘Oh！

Didshedie？

’askedMary，interested．

‘Yes，shedid．Andnowhedoesn'

tcareaboutanybody．Ifhe'

sathome，hestaysinhisroomandseesnobody．Hewon'

twanttoseeyou，soyoumuststayoutofhiswayanddowhatyou'

retold．’

Marystaredoutofthetrainwindowatthegreyskyandtherain．Shewasnotlookingforwardtolifeatheruncle'

shouse．

Thetrainjourneylastedallday，anditwasdarkwhentheyarrivedatthestation．Thentherewasalongdrivetogettothehouse．Itwasacold，windynight，anditwasrainingheavily．AfterawhileMarybegantohearastrange，wildnoise．Shelookedoutofthewindow，butcouldseenothingexceptthedarkness．

sthatnoise？

’sheaskedMrsMedlock．‘It'

s—It'

snotthesea，isit？

‘No，that'

sthemoor．It'

sthesoundthewindmakes，blowingacrossthemoor．’

‘Whatisamoor？

sjustmilesandmilesofwildland，withnotreesorhouses．Youruncle'

shouseisrightontheedgeofthemoor．’

Marylistenedtothestrange，frighteningsound．‘Idon'

tlikeit，’shethought．‘Idon'

tlikeit．’Shelookedmoredisagreeablethanever．

2MaryinYorkshire

Theyarrivedataverylargeoldhouse．Itlookeddarkandunfriendlyfromtheoutside．Inside，Marylookedaroundthebigshadowyhall，andfeltverysmallandlost．Theywentstraightupstairs．Marywasshowntoaroomwheretherewasawarmfireandfoodonthetable．

‘Thisisyourroom，’saidMrsMedlock．‘Gotobedwhenyou'

vehadsomesupper．Andremember，youmuststayinyourroom！

MrCravendoesn'

twantyoutowanderalloverthehouse！

WhenMarywokeupthenextmorning，shesawayoungservantgirlcleaningthefireplace．Theroomseemeddarkandratherstrange，withpicturesofdogsandhorsesandladiesonthewalls．Itwasnotachild'

sroomatall．Fromthewindowshecouldnotseeanytreesorhouses，onlywildland，whichlookedlikeakindofpurplesea．

‘Whoareyou？

’sheaskedtheservantcoldly．

‘Martha，miss，’answeredthegirlwithasmile．

‘Andwhat'

sthatoutside？

’Marycontinued．

‘That'

sthemoor，’smiledMartha．‘Doyoulikeit？

‘No，’repliedMaryimmediately．‘Ihateit．’

sbecauseyoudon'

tknowit．Youwilllikeit．Iloveit．It'

slovelyinspringandsummerwhenthereareflowers．Italwayssmellssosweet．Theair'

ssofresh，andthebirdssingsobeautifully．Ineverwanttoleavethemoor．’

Marywasfeelingverybadtempered．‘You'

reastrangeservant，’shesaid．‘InIndiawedon'

thaveconversationswithservants．Wegiveorders，andtheyobey，andthat'

sthat．’

MarthadidnotseemtomindMary'

scrossness．

‘IknowItalktoomuch！

’shelaughed．

‘Areyougoingtobemyservant？

’askedMary．

‘Well，notreally．IworkforMrsMedlock．I'

mgoingtocleanyourroomandbringyouyourfood，butyouwon'

tneedaservantexceptforthosethings．’

‘Butwho'

sgoingtodressme？

Marthastoppedcleaning，andstaredatMary．

‘Tha’canna'

dressthysen？

’sheasked，shocked．

‘Whatdoyoumean？

Idon'

tunderstandyourlanguage！

‘Oh，Iforgot．WeallspeaktheYorkshiredialecthere，butofcourseyoudon'

tunderstandthat．Imeanttosay，can'

tyouputonyourownclothes？

‘Ofcoursenot！

Myservantalwaysusedtodressme．’

‘Well！

Ithinkyoushouldlearntodressyourself．My