Chapter 48 Chapter 44 Our Housekeeping

The honeymoon was over, and the bridesmaids had all gone home, when I found myself sitting with Dora in my own little house.Comparing my previous fun relationship to work, I'm completely unemployed now.This situation is really strange. It was inconceivable to keep Dora there forever.Not having to go out to see her anymore, not having the opportunity to worry about her, not having to write her love letters, not having to go out of her way to meet her alone, all of this is incredible.In the evening, when I was writing, I looked up and saw her sitting across from me, and I leaned back in my chair and thought, how strange it is that we are alone, we are no longer bound by anyone; the romance of our engagement is put on the shelf , Let it rot; we don't need to please others anymore, we just need to please each other, and we will please each other for the rest of our lives.

When there was a debate in Parliament, I had to stay out until very late and walk home, and I couldn't help being surprised to think that Dora was there!At first, when I was having dinner, I thought it was a miracle to see her gently come down to talk to me.It was a terrible thing to see her hair curled up in paper.To see her do that with my own eyes was a real surprise. I do not believe that my dear little Dora and I know any more about housekeeping than two young birds.Of course, we had a servant who housed for us.To this day, I still think in my heart that she must be Mrs. Crupp's daughter, coming here in make-up.How much we have suffered because of Mary Ann.

Her surname is Palagong.When we hired her, we heard that her surname basically reflected her character.She has a certificate of character the size of a manifesto.According to the document, she was competent for many domestic jobs that I had heard of, or that I had not heard of.She was a woman of middle age, with a rather stern face, and on her skin (especially her arms) were erythematous patches of chronic rashes or sores.She had a cousin in the Praetorian Guard who had such long legs that he looked like someone else's shadow in the afternoon.His tunic was too small for him, just as he was too big for our house.Because of the contrast between him and the little house, he made the little house appear smaller than it should be.Besides, the walls were not thick, and whenever he spent his evenings in our house we knew he was there from the constant hissing from the kitchen.

-------- ① means to set an example. Our precious servant has pledged himself against drinking and stealing.So, when we found her under the boiling water pot, I was willing to believe that she had gone mad and blamed the missing teaspoon on the cleaners. However, she troubled us too much.We feel that we are inexperienced and unable to take care of ourselves.If she had been kind in some way, we would have been helped by her.But she was so hard-hearted and showed no mercy.She was the cause of our first little squabble. "My dearest darling," I said to Dora one day, "do you think Mary Ann had much sense of time?"

"Why, Fatty?" Dora, who was painting, stopped, raised her head and asked naively. "My love, since it is already four o'clock, we should have dinner at four o'clock." Dora looked at the clock silently, with the expression that she thought it was a little too fast. "On the contrary, my love," I said, looking at my watch, "it's still a few minutes behind." My little wife came over, sat on my lap, coaxed me to be silent, and drew a line between my nose with a pencil.Although it's fun, I can't fill my stomach with it. "My dear," said I, "don't you think you ought to admonish Mary Ann?"

"Oh no, I'm sorry! I can't, Fatty!" said Dora. "Why not, my love?" I asked softly. "Oh, because I'm such a stupid little goose," said Dora, "and she knows I am!" I felt that such a view could not contribute to the establishment of any institution to restrain Mary Ann, and I frowned. "Oh, what ugly wrinkles are on my bad boy's brow!" said Dora.Since she was still sitting on my lap, she painted in those wrinkles with a pencil.She also dotted her red lips with a pencil to make them black.She was so serious when she painted on my forehead, I couldn't help but laugh.

"That's a good boy," said Dora, "he has such a pretty face when he smiles." "But, my love," I said. "No, no! I beg you!" cried Dora, kissing me. "Don't be naughty Bluebeard! Don't be so serious!" "My dear lady," I said, "we ought to be serious sometimes. Come! Sit in this chair next to me! Give me the pencil! Here! Let's talk. You know, dear," I held the What a small hand, with what a pretty little ring! "You know, my love, it's hard to go out without eating. Here, right? " "Yes—!" Dora replied weakly.

"My love, how you tremble!" "Because I know you're going to scold me." Dora said pitifully. "My sweetheart, I'm just trying to be reasonable." "Oh, but reasoning is worse than cursing!" cried Dora in despair. "I didn't marry to be reasoned with. If you're going to be reasoning with a poor little thing like me, you'd have to tell me beforehand." Me, you cruel child!" I tried to comfort Dora, but she turned her face away, and shook her curls from side to side, and said, "You cruel, cruel child!" She said it so many times that I really didn't know what to do, So I walked back and forth in the room a few times with anxiety, and then walked back.

"Dora, my dear baby!" "No, I'm not your darling. You must regret marrying me, or you wouldn't have reasoned with me!" said Dora. This accusation was too unreasonable and made me very uncomfortable, so it gave me the courage to put on a straight face. "Well, my dear Dora," said I, "you are very childish. You are talking nonsense. I believe you will remember that I had only half eaten my supper yesterday; I felt very ill after eating carpaccio; today, I didn't eat at all--I'm afraid to mention how long we waited for breakfast--and didn't even boil the water afterwards. I don't mean to blame you, my dear , but this is very unpleasant."

"Oh, you cruel and cruel child, say I'm a disgusting lady!" cried Dora. "Well, my dear Dora, you must know that I never said anything like that!" "You say I am to your displeasure!" said Dora. "I say this housekeeping is unpleasant." "That's the same!" cried Dora.Apparently she thought so, because she was crying so hard. Again I walked round the room with love for my lovely wife, and was so remorseful and annoyed that I just wanted to bang my head against the door.I sat down again and said: "I don't blame you, Dora. We both have so much to learn. I just want to tell you, my dear, that you should, you—she should," I decided to stick to it, "learn Discipline Mary Ann. Do something for yourself as well as for me."

"I'm amazed that you can say such heartless things," said Dora. "You know very well that, the other day, when you said you wanted some fish, I went out and walked miles myself to order it. You are taken aback." "Of course, that's your kindness, my dear darling," I said, "and I appreciate it, so I'll never tell you you've bought a salmon—that's more than enough for two. Neither do I." would say that we couldn't afford that fish, and it cost us £1.6s." "You like it so much," whimpered Dora, "and call me a little mouse." "I'll say that again, my love," I went on, "a thousand times!" But I've wounded Dora's weak heart, and she won't be comforted.She was sobbing and sobbing, and I felt as though I had said something that I didn't know how she could be hurt.I had to hurry out.I stay out late.All night, I felt remorse and sadness over it.I feel like I'm simply a murderer, haunted by a vague sense of guilt. When I got home, it was already after 2 or 3 o'clock in the morning.I found my aunt and grandma sitting at my house waiting for me. "What's the matter, auntie?" I asked in a panic. "It's nothing, Troy," she answered. "Sit down, sit down. Xiaohua was not very happy just now, and I stayed with her for a while. That's all." I put my head on my hands.As I sat staring at the fire, I felt the sorrow and the despondency that come so soon after the brightest hopes have been fulfilled.As I sat there thinking this, I accidentally saw my aunt's eyes staring at my face.There was anxiety in those eyes, but it disappeared in an instant. "I assure you, Auntie," said I, "that I myself was unhappy all night to think of Dora in that way. But I am only talking to her in a pleasant manner about our house, and I mean nothing else." My aunt nodded approvingly. "You've got to be patient, Troy," she said. "Of course I do. I don't want to be unreasonable at all, Auntie!" "No, no," said my aunt. "However, the little flower is a very delicate little flower, and the wind must blow gently." From the bottom of my heart I am grateful to my aunt for being so gentle with my wife, and I am sure she knows I am. "Auntie," said I, looking again at the fire, "don't you think, for our mutual benefit, that you might give Dora a little advice and guidance?" "Tro," said my aunt in an instant, excitedly, "no! Don't ask me to do that!" She spoke so earnestly that I looked up in surprise. "I look back on my life, child," said my aunt, "and I think of some people in the grave with whom I might have gotten on better. If I blame others for their marital mistakes, it may be because I have Blame myself for painful reasons. Let it go. I was a rough, headstrong woman for years. I still am, and I never will be. But you and I make each other feel good, Tro— —In any case, you make me think you are very good, my dear, and to this day, we should not have any quarrels." "We're at odds!" I yelled. "My child, my child," said my aunt, touching her dress, "if I intervene, we will soon be at odds, and I will make little flower unhappy, even the prophets cannot tell.I want our beloved child to like me, and I want her to be as happy as a butterfly.Don't forget the situation after the second marriage in your own family, and don't inflict on me and her the evil you suggest! " I realized at once that my aunt was right; and I understood her generosity for my dear wife. "Tro, this is just the beginning," she continued. "Rome wasn't built in a day, and it wasn't built in a year. You've made it your own." A dark cloud floated across his face, "You have also chosen a very lovely and enthusiastic person. Your responsibility (and your pleasure-of course, I know, I am not giving a speech) is based on what she already has. Judge her on her qualities, as you did when you picked her out, not on qualities she may not have. When possible, you should nurture her to have qualities she may not have acquired. If not possible, child ’” At this point, the aunt rubbed her nose, “you should get used to the fact that she doesn’t have that quality. But remember, my dear, that your future can only be determined by the two of you. Can help you; you have to deal with it according to your own ability. For a pair of innocent and innocent baby couples like you, marriage is like this. Trout, God bless you married couple!" My aunt said this very calmly, emphasizing the blessing with a kiss. "Here," said she, "light my little lantern, and take me down the garden path to my little box;" There is a passage between our little houses. "When you come back, say hello to Blossom for Bessie Trowood. Whatever you may do, Trolwood, just never dream of making Bessie a scarecrow; for if I ever saw her in the mirror, Her true nature is scary and disgusting enough!" As she spoke, my aunt wrapped her head in a towel.At such times she used to wrap her head in a handkerchief.So I sent her back.She was standing in her garden, holding up a little lantern to light me as I walked back. At this time, I felt that her eyes had a gloomy expression, but I didn't pay much attention to it, because I was only interested in figuring out what she said, and was amazed by it. move.In fact, it was a beginning—Dora and I were really going to cope with our future on our own, and no one could help us. Dora slipped downstairs in her little slippers to meet me, for there was no one else present.She wept on my shoulder, saying how cruel I was and how naughty she was; and I believe I said much the same thing.So we made up and agreed that this first dispute would be the last and that there would never be a second if we lived to be 100 years old. The second domestic test we are subjected to is the replacement of servants.Mary Ann's cousin fled into our coal-pit, and was found, to our great surprise, by a party of his armed companions; The procession of shame carried him away.It made me decide to quit Mary Ann, and she went away peacefully after getting her wages, even to our dismay, until I found out later that the teaspoon was nowhere to be found.She also privately borrowed some money from merchants in my name.Mrs. Chiggibry after a short time at our house--the oldest resident of Kent, I believe-- came out to look for work, but she was too weak for what she wanted to do. Live - we found another treasure.She was the most gentle woman, but she always fell when she was carrying the tea tray up and down the kitchen stairs, almost like jumping into the bathtub, spilling people and teacups into the living room.The loss caused by this unfortunate person necessitated her dismissal.This was followed by a succession of useless maids, among whom Mrs. Chiggiebury did a few times; the last was a girl who was still pretty.She went to Greenwich Market in Dora's hat, and I don't remember any other failures of this kind, except for her. Everyone we deal with seems to be cheating on us.As soon as we entered the store, it became the signal to take out the broken merchandise.If we buy a lobster, it is filled with water.The meat we buy is hard to chew, and the bread we buy has barely any crust.In order to know the rules by which the meat must be roasted so that the meat is not overcooked, I consulted the book "Culinary Science" and found that it stipulates that the meat should be roasted for a quarter of an hour per pound, or a little more than a quarter of an hour.But there will always be a peculiar accident that keeps us from being satisfied with that rule, and we can never settle between bright red and burnt black. I have reason to believe that even if we succeed at anything we spend a lot more on those failures than on our successes.Looking at the peddler's account book, I think we used enough cream to cover the basement floor.I don't know if the state tax books at that time showed a marked increase in demand for pepper, and if our consumption didn't affect the market, I'd say some families must have stopped using pepper.The most amazing fact: we never had anything in our house. As for the washerwoman pawning her clothes and then apologizing drunk, I don't think anyone can avoid that.As for chimney fires, parish collections, and perjury for deacons, I hold the same opinion.But I realized that we had the misfortune of employing a servant who had a penchant for refreshments, and she filled our brasserie accounts with such inexplicable entries as "a quarter pound of rum juice (co. Mrs. Cole), "one-eighth of a pound of clove wine (Mrs. Coe)", "a glass of mint liqueur (Mrs. Coe)", always Dora in parentheses, as if she had drunk all these stimulants. One of our early seders was to take Traddles to dinner.I met him in town and asked him to come out of town with me in the afternoon.He readily agreed, and I wrote to Dora that I would take him home.The weather was lovely and all we talked about along the way was my happy family.Traddles was very engaged, and said he could not think of any defect in his happiness in which he was imagining himself having such a home--Sophie waiting for him and providing everything for him. I couldn't wish for anyone cuter than my little wife sitting across the table.But when we sat down, I wish there was more room.I don't know why, although it's just the two of us, we always feel cramped, but when we look for something, the space is too big, so big that we can't find anything.I suspect this is due to the fact that nothing stays in place except the jeep's tower.The towers of jeeps are forever blocking the way of coming and going.The tower, the guitar-bowl, Dora's easel, and my writing-table surrounded Traddles so much that I doubted he had a knife and fork.But good-natured he kept on saying, "As wide as the ocean, Copperfield! As wide as the ocean, I assure you!" One more thing I wish: Kip wasn't encouraged to walk around the table during dinner.I'm starting to think that even if it doesn't have the habit of putting its feet in salt or melted cream, it's a bit of a mess here.At this moment it seemed to him that he had been specially made to watch Traddles.So it barked at my old friend and ran around on his plate.It is so bold and stubborn that it can be said that it cannot tolerate what others say. However, as I knew how soft-hearted my dear Dora was, and how much it would hurt her to show distaste for her pet, I made no objection.For the same reason, I shall not mention the dishes lying on the floor like stragglers, and the cruising bottles that swayed like drunken wine, and the misplacement that further besieged Traddles. bowls and dishes.As I looked at the stewed leg of lamb waiting to be cut in front of me, I couldn't help but wonder why our leg meat looked so weird. Could it be that our butcher shop owner contracted all the disabled sheep in the world?But I don't express these thoughts. "My love," I said to Dora, "what's in that plate?" I really don't understand why Dora is making such a charming face at me, as if she was going to kiss me. "Oyster, dear," said Dora timidly. "Is this what you thought of?" I said cheerfully. "Yes, Fatty," said Dora. "There's nothing more delightful than that thought!" cried I, laying down my knife and fork. "There's nothing that Traddles likes so much!" "Yes, Fatty," said Dora, "so I bought a little pail full, and the man said the oysters were fine. But, I—I'm afraid there's something wrong with them. They don't seem so Good." Speaking of this, Dora shook her head, tears glistened in her eyes. "Just take the two shells off," said I, "and take off the top shell, my love." "But it can't be removed," said Dora, who tried it with great effort, in a sort of embarrassment, and then said. "You know, Copperfield," said Traddles, looking cheerfully at the course, "I suppose it's because the—these are the best oysters, but I suppose it's because—they It was never opened." These oysters have never been opened.We don't have knives for splitting oysters, and if we did, we wouldn't know how to use them.So we looked at those oysters while eating lamb.At least we ate the cooked part of the leg with capers.If I had left Traddles to do it, I am sure he would have eaten all the raw meat like a savage, for he would show his enjoyment of the feast.But I will not allow this sacrifice on the altar of friendship; so we eat bacon instead; luckily there is cold bacon in the pantry. My poor little wife was so sad when she thought I must be troubled; she was so glad when she found that I was not; and then my lingering unhappiness vanished, and we passed again. A happy evening.While Traddles and I were drinking, Dora put her arm on my chair, and took every opportunity to whisper to me that I was too kind to be a cruel and naughty big boy.Later, she prepared tea for us.Her every move is so beautiful, as if she is playing with a toy tea set, so that I don't care about the tea itself.Then Traddles and I played two rounds of poker.When Dora played the guitar and sang, my engagement and marriage seemed to me like a tender dream, and the night I first heard her sing was not over yet. When Traddles left, I went out to see him off.When I returned to the living room, my wife moved her chair closer to mine and sat down next to me. "I'm ashamed," she said, "Can you teach me something, fat?" "I've got to teach myself first, Dora," said I. "I'm as bad as you, my love." "Oh, but you can learn," she went on, "you are a very clever man!" "Nonsense, little mouse!" I said. "I wish," continued my wife, after some silence, "that I could go to the country and live with Agnes for a whole year!" She put her arms around my shoulders, her chin on her hands, and looked into mine with those blue eyes. "Why that?" I asked. "I believe she can improve me, and I believe I can learn from her," said Dora. "That will be in due time, my love. You must remember that Agnes had to take care of her father all these years. When she was a very small child, she was what we know now as love." Nice." I said. "Would you like to call me by the name I want you to call me?" asked Dora, motionless. "What name?" I asked with a smile. "That's a silly name," she said, shaking her curls. "Baby Wife." I laughed and asked my baby wife what she thought of and let me call her that.She didn't move, but I held her so that her blue eyes were closer to mine, and she replied: "You stupid fellow, I don't mean that you should use that name instead of Dora. I only mean that you should think of me by it. When you're going to lose your temper with me, say to yourself, 'It's just My baby wife!' If I disappoint you, you say: 'I expected, she can only be a baby wife!' You find that I can't do what I want to do (I believe I will never can't), and you say: 'My stupid baby wife still loves me!' because I do love you." I hadn't taken her seriously; up until then, I hadn't thought she was serious herself.But when she was so passionate, she was so happy when she heard what I said from the bottom of my heart. Before her tear-filled eyes dried up, she was full of smiles.Soon she was really my baby wife, sitting on the floor outside the Chinese pagoda, ringing those bells for what Kip had just done; tease. Dora's request made a deep impression on me.Looking back on my writing career, I pray that the innocent child I love will emerge from the smoke and shadows of the past, and turn her lovely head to me again; and I can still say: These words are etched in my memory forever .Maybe I didn't practice it very well, I was young and inexperienced, but I was by no means deaf to that simple confession. Not long after, Dora told me that she was going to be a great housekeeper.So, she wiped off the writing board, sharpened the pencil, bought a large ledger, and used a needle to carefully re-staple all the pages of the book "Culinary Science" that Kip had torn off. According to her statement, she was serious. It took a lot of effort to "learn well".But those numbers are still tenacious—they won't add up.No sooner had she toiled down two or three entries in the ledger than Kip wagged his tail across the page and obliterated the entries.I think the only sure results that get from that are: She put the middle finger of her little right hand all the way into the ink. Sometimes, at night, when I was working from home—when I was writing a lot and starting to gain some fame as a writer—I put down my pen and watched my baby wife study hard.First, with a long sigh, she took out the large ledger and put it on the table.Then she found out where Jeep had stained it the night before, and called Jeep to see his misbehavior.Then she turned her attention to Kip again, or blacked out his nose as punishment.Then she taught Jip to lie down on the table at once, "like a lion"--that was one of his tricks, but I saw no resemblance--and if Jip would obey, he would obey.Then, she picked up a pen and started to write, but she found a hair on the pen.So she picked up another pen and began to write, only to find that the pen was not filled with ink.Then she picked up another pen and started writing, and said in a low voice, "Oh, this is a talking pen that will bother Big Fat!" The ledger made the appearance of crushing a lion with it, and then set it aside. Or, when she was calm enough to be serious, she would sit down with a clipboard and a small basket of bills and other papers that looked like nothing but curling paper, and try to get something out of them.After careful review, she wrote on the clipboard, then erased it, and repeatedly twisted all the fingers of her left hand back and forth.She was so troubled, so depressed, so unhappy.To see her so bright little face dimmed--and for me! —I was in pain, so I went softly and said: "What's the matter, Dora?" Dora answered, looking up in despair, "They won't listen. They give me a headache. They won't do what I want!" So I said, "Let's try it together. Let me show you, Dora." So, I started trying to demonstrate.Dora might concentrate for 5 minutes, then get bored and start curling my hair and wiggling my collar (and watching the expression on my face) to adjust.If I calmly stopped her from this game and continued to teach, she looked so sad and panicked because she was getting more and more embarrassed.So, I remembered her utter happiness when I first met her, and also remembered that she was my baby wife, and I felt guilty.I put down the pencil and took the guitar. I have a lot of work to do, and a lot of worries, but out of the same concerns I don't speak up.Now I'm not at all sure it's the right thing to do, but I'm doing it for my baby wife.I searched all my memory and handed over all the secrets in my heart to this book (as long as I know it).I know that the unfortunate loss of the past or the lack of something takes up space in my heart, but it doesn't make my life more difficult.As I walked alone in fine weather, thinking of all those summer days of old when the sky was filled with my childish fantasies, I did feel that some of my dreams were unfulfilled; but I always I feel that it is the dimmed glory of the past, and nothing can cast it on the present.Sometimes (for a moment) I do feel that I wish my wife was my advisor, with more grit and conviction to support me, to improve me, to fill the emptiness around me.But I don't think there is such a perfect happiness in the world.There never was, and there never will be. Considering my age, I am too childish to be a husband.As to the influence and experience of softening sorrow, etc., I have no more knowledge than that recorded in this book.If I've done something wrong (and I'm sure I've done a lot), I've done it out of a misunderstanding of love, out of a lack of intelligence.What I have written is the truth, and it does no good to gloss over it now. Because of this, I alone have borne the toils and cares of our lives, which no one can share with each other.We're still pretty much the same as we used to be in our messy domestic arrangements, but I'm used to it, and I'm glad to see Dora less troubled.She's just as innocent and happy as ever, and she loves me a lot, and she's always entertaining herself with old gadgets. When the debates in the House intensified--I mean quantity and not quality, in which they hardly changed--I came home very late, and Dora refused to go to bed first.Whenever she heard my footsteps, she always came downstairs to meet me.In the evening, when I was writing at home unless I was occupied by my career, which I had suffered so much, she would always sit next to me no matter how late it was, and she was so silent.I always thought she had gone to sleep, but when I looked up, I always saw her blue eyes looking at me quietly as I said. "Oh, what a laborious child!" said Dora one night, after I met her eyes as I was clearing the desk. "What a laborious little girl!" I said. "That's the right way to say it. Next time, you should go to bed, my love. It's too late for you." "No, don't send me to bed!" Dora came up to me and begged, "Don't do that!" "Dora!" To my astonishment she cried on my neck. "Not well, my dear? Not happy?" "No! Very comfortable, very happy!" said Dora. "But you have to say, you allow me to stay and watch you write." "Ha, what a pair of bright eyes in the middle of the night!" I replied. "Are they really bright?" said Dora, laughing. "I'm glad they are." "Little vanity!" I said. But this is not vanity, it is only the harmless joy of my admiration.I knew it all too well before she told me so. "If you really think them pretty, say I can always stay and you write!" said Dora. "You really think them pretty?" "Very beautiful!" "Then let me always stay and watch you write!" "I'm afraid that won't make them any brighter, Dora." "Yes! Because at those times, you clever boy, when your mind is filled with silent fantasies, you won't forget me. If I say something stupid, stupid--stupider than usual-- Do you mind?" Dora said, looking at my expression over my shoulder. "What beautiful words are those?" I asked. "Let me have those pens, please," said Dora, "and while you are working so hard, I shall be doing something in those hours. May I have those pens?" Thinking of her cute smile when I said yes brings tears to my eyes.Since then, whenever I sat down to write, she used to sit in that old spot with a spare bunch of pens.She was very proud of being able to do something related to my work.She was delighted when I asked her for a new pen—which I often do on purpose.So I devised a new way of amusing my baby wife, and I asked her to copy a page or two of the original manuscript.And Dora cheered up.She prepared a lot for this important job (put on an apron, got an ink-proof chest cloth from the kitchen), spent a lot of time copying, and stopped countless times because she had to laugh at Jeep (as if he knew it all) Come down, the stubborn idea that the work must be signed at the end, the way she handed over the manuscript to me like a student handing in the test paper, the way she hugged my neck when I praised her-although all these seem normal to others, For me, it is a memory that touches my heart. Then, she immediately picked up the whole bunch of keys and packed them into a small basket, tied it around her slender waist, and jingled around the room.I have seldom found a lock where the keys belonged, nor can I find any use for them other than being a jeep.But Dora liked it, and so did I.She firmly believes that doing housework like a doll's house has a lot of achievements, and we live happily in the home managed by this doll's house. That's how we live.Dora loved my aunt almost as much as I did, and used to tell my aunt she was afraid she was a nasty old fellow. "I never saw my aunt be so kind to people as she was to Dora. She played with Jeep, though Jeep never responded;那些不中用的仆人，虽然她一定有那种强烈冲动；她步行很远，去买她发现朵拉需要的任何小玩艺，让后者惊喜；每次她从花园进来，没看到朵拉在屋里，就在楼梯口用响彻全屋的声音愉快地叫道： “小花在哪儿呀？”