(
课件网) “Wick” or Not Excerpt from The Secret Garden 性格孤僻的小女孩玛丽、农家小子迪肯和体弱多病的少 爷柯林成了好朋友，他们找到了秘密花园的钥匙，和花园一 起经历了一次诗意般的复活。 For two or three minutes Dickon stood looking① round him, while② Mary watched him, and then he began to walk about③softly④， even more lightly than Mary had walked the first time she had found herself inside the four walls. His eyes seemed to be taking in⑤ everything—the gray trees with the gray creepers (爬山虎) climbing⑥ over them and hanging from their branches, the tangle⑦ on the walls and among the grass, the evergreen alcoves (壁龛) with the stone seats and tall flower urns (缸) standing in them. ———I never thought I'd see this place，” he said at last, in a whisper⑧. ———Did you know about it？” asked Mary. She had spoken aloud and he made a sign⑨ to her. ———We must talk low，” he said, “or someone'll hear us an' wonderB10 what's to do in here.” ———Oh! I forgot！” said Mary, feeling frightened and putting her hand quickly against her mouth. ———Did you know about the garden？” she asked again when she had recovered herself. Dickon nodded . ———Martha told me there was one as no one ever went inside，” he answered. “We used to wonder what it was like.” He stopped and looked round at the lovely gray tangle about him, and his round eyes looked queerly happy. ———Eh! the nests as'll be here come springtime，” he said. “It'd be th' safest nestin' place in England. No one never comin' near an' tangles o' trees an' roses to build in. I wonder all th' birds on th' moor don't build here.” Mistress Mary put her hand on his arm again without knowing it． ———Will there be roses？” she whispered. “Can you tell I thought perhaps they were all dead.” ———Eh! No! Not them—not all of 'em！” he answered. “Look here！” He stepped over to the nearest tree—an old, old one with gray lichen all over its bark ， but upholding a curtain of tangled sprays (小树枝) and branches. He took a thick knife out of his pocket and opened one of its blades. ———There's lots o' dead wood as ought to be cut out，” he said. “An' there's a lot o' old wood, but it made some new last year. This here's a new bit，” and he touched a shoot which looked brownish green instead of hard, dry gray. Mary touched it herself in an eager , reverent way. ———That one？” she said. “Is that one quite alive？” Dickon curved his wide smiling mouth. ———It's as wick as you or me，” he said; and Mary remembered that Martha had told her that “wick” meant “alive” or “lively”． ———I'm glad it's wick！” she cried out in her whisper. “I want them all to be wick. Let us go round the garden and count how many wick ones there are.” She quite panted with eagerness, and Dickon was as eager as she was. They went from tree to tree and ... ...
