Chapter 19 18.cool night

The cool evening came after darkness had obscured the fair grounds.Templeton climbed out of the crate and began to look around.Wilbur was still asleep in the straw.Charlotte is weaving a web.Templeton's keen nose picked up many good smells in the air.The mouse was hungry and thirsty, so he decided to go out and explore.He slipped outside without saying hello to anyone. "Bring me back a word!" Charlotte called after him. "Tonight I'm going to weave into the net for the last time!" The mouse muttered something and disappeared into the darkness.He didn't want to be seen as a little porter at all.

After a busy day, night is a good time for everyone to relax.The Ferris wheel is much easier now.It was spinning round and round in the air, and it seemed to be twice as high as it was during the day.The amusement park is brightly lit, and you can hear the sound of game consoles coming from inside, as well as the music next to the carousel, and the voice of a man in a phone booth calling a phone number. The kids came back to life after their nap.Fern meets her friend Henry Fussey.He invited her to ride the Ferris wheel and gave her a ticket so she wouldn't have to pay for it.Mrs. Arable, looking accidentally into the starry night sky, saw her little daughter sitting with Henry Fussey, spinning higher and higher into the sky.Seeing Finn's happy look, she shook her head in disbelief. "Look, look!" she said. "Isn't that Henry Fussey? No idea!"

Templeton avoided the lights all the time.In the tall grass behind the barn, he found a folded newspaper.It contained someone's leftover lunch: a fried ham sandwich, a slice of Swiss cheese, a bit of hard-boiled egg, an apple core with moths.The mice crawled in and ate them all.Then he tore a word from the newspaper, rolled it up, and took it to Wilbur's pigsty. When the mouse came back with the newspaper, Charlotte's web was almost finished.She left a space in the middle of the net beforehand.At this time, there was no one around the pigsty, except the mouse, the spider and the pig.

"I hope you bring me a good word," said Charlotte. "That will be the last word I knit." "Here it is," said Templeton, opening the scroll. "What does it say?" asked Charlotte. "You'd better read it to me." "It says humility," replied the mouse. "Humble?" said Charlotte. "Humility has two meanings. One means not proud, and the other means close to the earth, and that word fits Wilbur very well. He's not proud, and he's also very close to the soil." "Very well, I hope you are satisfied," the mouse quipped. "I'm going to spend all my time fetching and loading. I come to the fair to amuse myself, not to deliver papers."

"You have been a great help," said Charlotte. "Go ahead if you want to find more goodies at the fair." Mouse grinned. "I'm going to binge all night," he said. "The old sheep is right--this fair is a rat's paradise. So much to eat! So much to drink! There are good things to grab everywhere. Bye, bye, my humble Wilbur! To you too Good-bye, Charlotte, you old schemer! This will be the most memorable night in a mouse's life." He disappeared in the dark. Charlotte returned to her work.Now, it was very dark.Not far away, the fireworks began to take off--innumerable brilliant fireballs sprayed straight into the night sky.By the time the Arables, the Zuckermans, and Lurvy returned from the grandstand, Charlotte had finished spinning her web, with the word "Humility" neatly woven in the center.In the dark, no one notices it.Everyone had a good time and had a good time.

Fern and Avery climbed into the truck and lay down, throwing the Indian blanket over them.Lurvy gave Wilbur a fork of fresh straw.Mr. Arable patted him. "It's time for us to go home," he said to the pig. "See you tomorrow." The adults quietly got into the truck.Wilbur heard the sound of the engine starting first, and then the sound of the truck pulling away.If Charlotte is not by his side at this moment, he will be lonely and homesick.As long as Charlotte is by his side, he will never feel lonely.Not far away came the sound of music next to the carousel. Just as he was about to fall asleep, he spoke to Charlotte.

"Sing me that song again, the one about the dunghill and the night," he begged. "Not tonight," she said in a weak voice. "I'm so tired." Her voice didn't seem to come from her web. "Where are you?" Wilbur asked. "I can't see you. Are you on the net?" "I'm behind," she replied. "Above a corner behind the pigsty." "Why aren't you in your net?" Wilbur asked. "You never leave your web." "I have to leave tonight," she said. Wilbur closed his eyes. "Charlotte," he said after a moment, "do you really think Zuckerman will let me live and not kill me when winter comes? Do you really think so?"

"Of course," said Charlotte. "You are a famous pig and a good pig. Tomorrow you may win a prize. The whole world will know your name. Zuckerman will be proud and happy to have a pig like you. Don't be afraid, Wilbur - don't worry about anything. You'll probably live forever - who knows? Go to bed now." After a moment of silence, Wilbur's voice was heard again: "What are you doing up there, Charlotte?" "Oh, build something," she said. "Build something, as usual." "Was that made for me?" Wilbur asked. "No," said Charlotte. "This time it's different, this time I made it for myself."

"Please tell me what that is," Wilbur begged. "I'll tell you tomorrow morning," she said. "Wait until the first light of morning appears in the sky and the sparrows start chirping and the cows rattle their chains; until the rooster crows and the stars dim; until the early cars are on the highway As you run, look up again at what I want you to see. I'll show you one of my masterpieces." Wilbur fell asleep before she could finish.Wilbur's purring from the straw told her that. At the Arabelles' house, miles away, my father was sitting around the kitchen table, eating canned peaches and thinking about the day's events.Avery had fallen asleep upstairs.Mrs. Arable was tucking Fern.

"Did you have fun at the fair?" she asked, kissing her daughter. Fern nodded. "I've never had a good time being there, no matter where or at what time in my life." "Excellent!" said Mrs. Arable. "That would be great!" Note ① Humility, humble in the original text.My friend Somersault Cloud told me that it has two meanings: 1. having or showing a consciousness of ones defector shortcomings, not proud; not self-assertive; modest 2． low in condition, rank or position; lowly; unpretentious.Its root source is Humilis, (low, small, soil, earth).So it has the meaning of soil and land. Humble has the meaning of almost, low-level point, and it is also used as a modest word. I have seen "Pengbi Zenghui" translated into "in my humble house" before.In addition, "In my humble opinion" is also common.