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1、【英文读物】Red, White, Blue Socks, Part FirstDEDICATION.My Dear Little Cooley and Georgie:When you see that this book is dedicated to you, I hope your bright eyes will sparkle with pleasure; but I am afraid your pretty curly heads will hardly retain a recollection of a little personage who once lived clo

2、se to your beautiful home on Staten Island. She remembers you, however, and sends you this soldier story with her very best lovethe love she bears in her inmost heart for God and little children. And now she asks you to hunt in every corner of those same precious little heads for a kindly remembranc

3、e of your affectionate friend,AUNT FANNYS DAUGHTER.THE STORY OF THE SOCKS. BY AUNT FANNY.Oh dear! what shall I do? cried George, fretfully, one rainy afternoon. Mamma, do tell me what to do.And Im so tired! echoed Helen, who was lazily playing with a kitten in her lap. I dont see why it should rain

4、on a Friday afternoon, when we have no lessons to learn. We cant go out, and no one can come to see us. Its too bad, there!Helen, do you know better than God? asked her mother, speaking8 very gravely. You forget that He sends the rain.I suppose I was thoughtless, mamma, answered the child; I did not

5、 mean to be wicked, but, dear me, the time passes so slowly, with nothing to do.Have you and George read all your books?Oh yes! two or three times over, they both answered; and oh, mamma, continued Helen, if the one who wrote Two Little Heaps, or the Rollo book writer, or the author of The Little Wh

6、ite Angel, would only write some more books, I, for one, would not care how hard it rained. If I was grown up and rich, I wouldnt mind giving a dollar a letter for those stories.9Nor I, shouted George in an animated tone, quite different from the discontented whine he had favored his mother with a f

7、ew moments before; the best thing is to have them read aloud to you; that makes you understand all about it so much better. I say, mamma, couldnt you write a letter to one of those delightful people and beg them to hurry up with more stories, especially some about bad children;not exactly wicked, yo

8、u know, but full of mischief. Then I am sure that they are all true. Only wait till Im a man! Ill just write the history of some jolly fellows I know who are always getting into scrapes, but havent a scrap of meanness about them. Thats the kind of10 book I like! Ill write dozens of them, and give th

9、em to all the Sunday school libraries.His mother smiled at this speech, and then said quietly, I know a gentleman who likes the story of The Little White Angel, as much as you do, and he has written a letter to request the author to write six books for him.Six! hurrah! shouted George, how glad I am!

10、 and he skipped up to Helen, caught her by the hands, and the two danced round the room, upsetting a chair, till Helen, catching her foot in the skirt of her mothers dress, they both tumbled down on the carpet together.If you cut up such violent capers,11 said the kind mother, laughing, at the first

11、 part of my information, it may be dangerous to tell you what the author replied.Oh no, do tell us! cried the children. Well be as still as our shadows; and while they made violent efforts to look grave and stand quiet, their mother told them that the author had consented, the six books were to be w

12、ritten, and she would buy them the very first day they were published. Perhaps, she continued, mind, only perhaps, I may get them for you before they are ever printed.Why, how, mamma? they both asked.Well, suppose you make some very good resolutionslet me see,12 and she took a pencil out of her pock

13、et, and drawing a sheet of paper toward her, began to write:1st. To endeavor to say your prayers morning and evening without a wandering thought.2d. To try to keep faithfully the Golden Rule.3d. To obey your parents immediately, without asking why?4th. (A little rule, but very important.) To keep yo

14、ur teeth, nails, and hair scrupulously clean and neat.5th. To bear disappointments cheerfully.There, I think that will do. They are all hard rules except the fourth. I do not keep them well myself, my dear children. No one can,13 without constant watchfulness and prayer for help from above; but you

15、can try, will you?I will, mamma, said Helen, in a low, earnest tone, her blue eyes filling with tears.And you, George, will you?Yes, mamma, I will try. I cant be a very good boy, as you know. I get so tired of being good sometimes, that I feel like jumping over the house to get the badness out of me

16、, instead of sitting down quietly and thinking about my duty, as papa says I must. When papa locked me up in his dressing room last summer, and I kicked the door as hard as ever I could, which made him call out that I should stay there two hours longer, I was14 mad enough, I tell you! but I did not

17、cut my name with a knife on his rosewood bureau because I was angry. It was because I was almost crazy with doing nothing but think what a bad boy I was. That made me worse, you see. The best way to punish me is to see you crying about my conduct. I cant stand that, and the boy put his arms round hi

18、s mothers neck, and kissed her fondly.My dear boy, said his mother, returning the caress, there is One whom you grieve more than me. I wish you would think oftener of that. I know that different children require different sorts of punishment, and as neither your father nor I approve of beating you l

19、ike a dog, and you say15 that shutting you up with nothing to do only makes you worse, I shall advise him the next time you are naughty, to send immediately for a load of wood, and make you saw it all up into small pieces, or take you where some house is building and order you to run up and down a l

20、ong ladder all day with a hod of bricks on your shoulder, or hire you out to blow the big bellows for a blacksmith. How do you think you would like that?I had a great deal rather run after the fire engines, to put the fire out. Thats the kind of work I would like. Every body screaming, and pumping,

21、and playing streams of watertwenty firemen rushing up ladders, pulling old women and cats out16 of the windows, and somebody inside pitching out the looking glasses and crockery to save them! I wish our house was on fire this very minute, so I could pull you and Helen out, and save all the furniture

22、. That would be the greatest fun in the world!Please dont set fire to the house, cried his mother, laughing, for the fun of saving our lives. I prefer to keep it just as it is, and walking quietly out at the door. As she spoke, the sun suddenly burst forth from the clouds, and his bright rays dartin

23、g into the room, the children sprang joyfully up, and, with their mothers consent, were soon out of the house with jumping-rope and17 hoop, to join their little companions in a neighboring park.George and Helen were two charming, ingenuous children. George was full of frolic, mischief, and fun, with

24、 generous impulses and excellent intentions, which only required peculiar and careful training and encouragement to develop him into a steady, high-principled man. Locking him up with nothing to do, as he truly said, did him more harm than good; he required active punishment, and his mother wisely i

25、ntended to take the hint for his future benefit. Her little Helen, though just as full of play and fun, was more easily managed. A present of a book so won upon her love and gratitude, that her mother18 had only to hold out the prospect of a new one, and a loving kiss (Helen prized the kiss even mor

26、e than the book) as a reward for good behavior, to make her quite a pattern of a dear, amiable little girl.The next morning the kind mother called upon her friend Aunt Fanny, bringing George and Helen with her, as it was Saturday. First she told all the conversation of the afternoon before, which am

27、used Aunt Fanny very much, and then she continued, You told me the other day that your daughter was very busy writing six books for Mr. Leavitt the publisher. I know you love my children.Yes, indeed! cried Aunt Fanny. I love children from my heart,19 straight out to the ends of my fingers; and when

28、a pen is in my hands, the love runs into it, and then out again, as fast as it can scratch all over ever so many sheets of paper. My thumb aches so sometimes with writing, that I often wish I had half a dozen extra ones, so I could take the tired one off and screw another on, and even then I am afra

29、id I could never exhaust my love for my darlings; and she looked at the children and held out her hand with such an affectionate smile, that Helen came timidly up and gave her a little winning kiss immediately, while George, blushing all over his face, showed two great dimples in his cheeks, but had

30、 not the courage to leave his chair.20You may be sure that Aunt Fanny, after Helens kiss, was quite ready to grant any favor the mother might ask for her children. She was perfectly willing to catch a comet for them to play with, or jump down a volcano to find out who lived in the bottom of it, if a

31、nybody would only show her how. Helens mother knew this, but she hesitated a little before she made this strange request:My dear friend, my two children have made me the promises I have told you of, in regard to keeping my little rules and resolutions, and now I think it will be the most wonderful a

32、nd delightful reward possible, if they were to be permitted to see and read your daughters stories in manuscript.21Manuscript! what does that mean, mamma?In her own handwriting, dear.Oh yes! yes! how very strange and delightful! And then to see the very same stories printed! that would be so astonis

33、hing! We should like that better than anything, Aunt Fanny!Very well, continued their mamma; now I have come to beg you to lend me the stories as fast as they are written. I will take the greatest care of them, and return them to your daughter quickly and punctually. I have a plan in my head which w

34、ill make my children very happy, if you consent.To be sure I will, said Aunt Fanny, but what is your plan?22Thereupon commenced a great whispering between the two ladies, while the children looked pleased, puzzled, and eagerly curious all at once; but they were not to know. Aunt Fanny and their moth

35、er, after a great deal of nodding of heads together, and laughing and whispering, got this mysterious affair settled to their satisfaction, and then took leave of each other. Aunt Fanny kissed Helen, and George, too, in spite of his blushes, and told them to bottle up their patience so that it would

36、 last for one whole week, observing that she was thankful that curiosity was not made of gunpowder, and there was no danger of their blowing up before the great secret came out.23It is very seldom that you hear of such remarkably good children as George and Helen were for the next few days. They wer

37、e really something astonishing! George did not slam the door more than once or twice in a whole day; and one morning when he was going to ride on the bannisters as usual, he said Oh, I forgot! and immediately walked down stairs as slowly and gravely as a grandfather.As for Helen, she was, if possibl

38、e, still more wonderful, for she learned six times in the multiplication table, and said it straight on, and skipping, and even backward, in a way that surprised her teacher. Helen could say twice one up to five24 times twelve, very glibly, but six times never would stay in her head, she said; espec

39、ially six times nine. She always said it was seventy-two, or sixty-three, or eighty-one, at a desperate venture, and was always wrong. Now she knew, and meant to remember; and would pack away the fact that six times nine are fifty-four, in a comfortable place in the very middle of her head, to be re

40、ady for any one that wanted to know it.At last the next Friday came, and just before the children retired for the night, their mother said:Something came for you to-day. Guess what it is?Up they both sprang, exclaiming,25 Something for us? Oh, that is so very delightful! What can it be?My instructio

41、ns are, to put it either in Georges sock or in Helens stocking, after you are fast asleep. It is for both of you, and I leave you to decide where it shall be put.In my sock! shouted George.In my stocking! cried Helen.Oh certainly, I forgot! exclaimed George, generously; in Helens stocking.No, mamma,

42、 said Helen, in Georges sock.Stocking! cried George.Sock! cried Helen.They kept this up about a dozen times, laughing and jumping about the room like two crazy monkeys,26 their mamma and papa laughing too, till all their faces were in a perfect glow, which made them look like a very handsome familyf

43、or, let me tell you, that good humor and innocent merriment are very becoming to everybody, while ill-temper makes one look like a fright.But how was this difficult matter of sock and stocking to be settled? Why, by the childrens papa, to be sure! for he was a lawyer, and did nothing all day long bu

44、t settle difficulties, or make them worse, I dont know which.He took two long slips of paper, and wrote Socks on one and Stockings on the other. These he put in his hat, which George brought27 out of the hall. Then he rang the bell, and told the waiter who answered it to request Mrs. Custard, the co

45、ok, to come up to the parlor for a moment.Mrs. Custard, who was very fat, and, besides, had the rheumatism, came into the room quite breathless, looking very much surprised and a little frightened. She had dropped her thimble that day, when she was sewing up the stuffing in the turkey, and had not h

46、ad time to look for it; and she was panic struck lest her master had found it roasted in the very middle of the turkey, and was going to ask her if she thought she was cooking for an ostrich, which, as everybody knows, prefers a dinner of iron28 spikes, pebble stones, and oyster shells to roast beef

47、.But nothing of the kind happened. The childrens papa only said, Good evening, Mrs. Custard, you gave us a very nice dinner to-day. I want you to put your hand in this hat and draw out one piece of paper.Laws me, sir! exclaimed the cook, I hopes you dont mean to play no trick on me; will it bite?The

48、 children fairly screamed with laughter at the idea of a piece of paper biting; and the cook made them laugh still harder, when she put her hand in very cautiously, and twitched it out three times, before she ventured to feel for the paper.At last one piece was caught, and29 on it was written SOCKS, which made George first jump up and down in an ecstacy of delight, and then run to Helen and tell her he was really