PAT OF SILVER BUSH & MISTRESS PAT (Complete Series). Люси Мод Монтгомери
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Название: PAT OF SILVER BUSH & MISTRESS PAT (Complete Series)
Автор: Люси Мод Монтгомери
Издательство: Bookwire
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isbn: 9788027218882
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McGinty was in raptures. To roam like this was the joy of a little dog’s life. He would race madly far ahead of them, then sit on his haunches waiting for them to come up with him, with his little red tongue lolling from his jaws. Pat loved McGinty; she was afraid she loved him better than curly, black Snicklefritz who, when all was said and done, was a one-man dog and a bit snappish with anybody but Joe. McGinty was such a dear little dog … so wistful … so anxious to be loved: with his little white cheeks and his golden-brown back and ears … pointed ears that stuck straight up when he was happy and dropped a bit when he was mournful: and tail all ready to wag whenever any one wanted it to wag.
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In the end they found a beauty spot … a deep, still, woodland pool out of which the brook flowed, fed by a diamond trickle of water over the stones of a little hill. Around it grew lichened spruces and whispering maples, with little “cradle hills” under them; and just beyond a breezy slope with a few mossy, grass-grown sticks scattered here and there, and a bluebird perched on the point of a picket. It was all so lovely that it hurt. Why, Pat wondered, did lovely things so often hurt?
“This is the prettiest spot I’ve ever seen,” cried Pat … “almost” … remembering the Secret Field.
“Isn’t it?” said Jingle happily. “I don’t think any one knows of it. Let’s keep it a secret.”
“Let’s,” agreed Pat.
“It always makes me think of a piece of poetry I learned at school … The Haunted Spring … ever hear it?”
Jingle recited it for her. He must be clever, Pat thought. Even Sid couldn’t recite a long piece of poetry off by heart like that. And some of the lines thrilled her like a chord of music … “gaily in the mountain glen,” … “distant bugles faintly ring.” But what did “wakes the peasants’ evening fears,” mean? What was a peasant? Oh, just a farmer … “wakes the farmer’s evening fears …” no, that was too funny. Better leave it peasant. She and Jingle had one of those chummy laughs that ripen friendship.
They sat on the hill, in the sweet, grass-scented air, and ate their cinnamon buns. Far down over the fields and groves they could see the blue plain of the gulf.
“There’s a fairy diamond,” cried Pat, pointing … that dazzling point of light sometimes seen for a moment in a distant field where a plough has turned up a bit of broken glass.
Jingle taught her how to suck honey out of clover horns. They found five little yellow flowers like stars by a flat lichened old stone and Jingle gloated over them through his absurd glasses. Pat was glad Jingle liked flowers. Hardly any boys did. Joe and Sid thought they were all right … for girls.
McGinty lay with his head on Jingle’s legs and his tail across Pat’s bare knees. And then Jingle took a bit of birch bark from a fallen tree near them and, with the aid of a few timothy stems, made under her very eyes the most wonderful little house … rooms, porch, windows, chimneys, all complete. It was like magic.
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