Chapter 8 Chapter 7 Report to Peter

"That's impossible, unless the clock is turned back," said Uncle Allen, absently answering Tom's last question. Tom is writing to Peter. He first drew a clock face on a corner of the letter paper with a pen, and then drew a rectangular frame around it.This becomes a grand clock.When he was done, he turned to Uncle Allen and said, "What clock?" "What did you say, Tom?" "You said just now that a tree can't fall down and rise again, as if it didn't fall down, unless the clock is turned back. What clock are you talking about?" "Oh, not a particular clock."

Tom painted out the big clock with a pen. "Tom, that's just an idiom," went on my uncle. "To turn back a clock means to go back in time. It's impossible. There's no going back in time that's past." After the uncle finished speaking, he continued to read his book.Tom began to scribble on the other corner of the letter.After drawing for a while, he realized that it was an angel with wings on his shoulders and legs spread apart. He didn't expect to draw an angel, and he was a little surprised.For a moment he could not recall where he had seen the painting.After a while, he remembered that this was painted on the big clock, and he painted out the angel again.

"Uncle Allen, what's time?" asked Tom again. The uncle simply put down the book, and the aunt was a little nervous, so she also put down her needlework. "Tom," said my aunt, "don't keep pestering your uncle with outlandish questions, he's tired after a day's work." "No, Gwen, the child's question should be answered. My complaint is that Tom's question is illogical and not serious enough. The first question you hear him ask is: Can a human body go through a door? He actually wanted to ask, how to get through the door!" "Oh, so that's it!" Auntie didn't listen carefully to their conversation just now, but now she breathed a sigh of relief after listening to Alan's words.She said: "That's quite reasonable! But the question is kind of ridiculous."

Alan Kitson looked at his wife in surprise, and Gwen added hastily: "I mean, we go in and out of doors every day." "But you can't get out after the door is closed... And, Tom asked, is there any invisible person, such as whether he is an invisible person." "Yes, there are such people in fairy tales," said Aunt Gwen confidently. Tom shook his head angrily. "Finally, he asked the same question we just talked about." Uncle continued, "Whether a tree can stand up after it falls, which is contrary to the well-known natural phenomenon."

"It was a dream!" interrupted Aunt Winn. "It's just a strange dream, Tom, isn't it?" "No, it's not a dream!" Tom cried anxiously, "it's real!" "Really?" said Uncle Allen, raising his voice. "So there really are such trees! Did this strange thing really happen? Tell us, then, when and where it happened, and when, Where?" Tom said nothing.He poked a row of blue holes under the letter with the tip of a pen. "talk!" "That's a fairy tree!" said Aunt Gwen, trying to smooth things over, with a deliberate joke. "The devil woodcutter chopped it down, didn't he, Tom?"

Uncle Allen smiled, picked up the book again, and said, "Gwen, I think you're right after all." "The tree was brought down by the storm." Tom's voice was choked up. "It was the lightning that knocked it down." He gave his uncle a hard look. Aunt Gwen noticed Tom's gaze, and when she saw Allen was about to speak, she interrupted hastily, "Tom, finish writing the letter to Peter first. Don't talk anymore, we won't bother you." So Tom went on writing his letter, writing densely between the scribbles. "...what I just wrote is true, including the door, the fir tree, and the fact that others can't see me, etc. Of course, these things are very bizarre. I don't think it matters. It's just that others can't see me, Weird. For example, three boys came in the garden. Their names were: Hubert, James and Edgar. Edgar was about my age, but I liked James better. There was a little boy Girl, hangs around them all the time. She's very young, her name must be Hattie..."

Uncle Allen said without looking up: "You can't write too long a letter to a patient who just got measles. Measles patients should take special care of their eyes and don't get too tired." "If Tom's letter to Peter is too long, his mother will read it to him," said Aunt Gwen. Tom was taken aback when he heard this, and hastily wrote the words "Dearly" on the top of the letter paper, then folded the letter into very complicated graphics, and wrote "Dearly, Peter" on both sides of the folded paper.In his haste, he forgot to sign, so he had to open the letter again.He put the letter in an envelope, wrote the address, and wrote the word "confidential" in the upper left corner of the envelope.

He found his uncle's mocking eyes watching his actions from behind the book.Tom deliberately pretended not to care.He licked the seal of the letter with his tongue and sealed it.He drew a lanky cat (his password) on the back of the envelope to replace the saddle stamp and prevent others from opening it.Under the cat, Tom wrote: "Destroy after reading". Uncle Allen took out his wallet and said, "Here's a stamp for that precious letter of yours." Tom grudgingly thanked him.After the letter was written, Tom had nothing to do but wait patiently for bedtime.It was no use going to bed in the morning, anyway, he couldn't go downstairs into the garden before his uncle and aunt went to bed.

All he could think about these days was the garden.He remembered the conversation just now, how dangerous it was!Almost told the secret of the garden.Fortunately, my uncle and aunt just laughed at him and didn't take it seriously, and if they would listen to him and take him at his word, Tom might be tempted to tell more about the garden, and the secret would be revealed.The next time he goes to the garden, they will insist on going with him... Thinking of this, Tom couldn't help shivering.My aunt happened to see it, and she asked, "Are you feeling well, Tom?" "No, Aunt."

Nevertheless, my aunt brought the thermometer, put it in Tom's mouth, and said, "You were shivering just now, as if you had a cold." Tom shook his head. "I hope it's not the measles, Tom. If it's measles, ten days won't be enough, but weeks." She took the thermometer out of Tom's mouth and held it up to the lamp to read it. "Only ten days?" Tom repeated his aunt's words. "I know you're looking forward to coming home," said Aunt Gwen sadly, wishing Tom would stay longer.Uncle Allen said nothing. Only ten days left!Only ten days left to go to the garden!

"I may have a fever, measles," said Tom.He secretly figured that even if he had measles, he could still go downstairs to play in the garden every night, and he could use his illness to play for a few more weeks. "I can't always see the mercury column on the thermometer," said Aunt Gwen, turning the thermometer around in her hand until she finally got it. "Tom, you don't have a fever or measles. Be happy now, and you'll be home soon." "But……" "But what, Tom?" Tom dared not speak his mind: he didn't want to go home now.He wanted very much to stay here and play in the garden.His own home seemed very remote and remote, and even Peter seemed out of reach. He could only communicate with Peter, not play together.Now the boys around him are: Hubert, James and Edgar, especially James, he is more familiar with.And the little girl, but she's just a baby, what's her name?called Hattie...