Chapter 2 1.in the drain hole

When Mr. Frederick C. Little's second son was born, every one who met him found that he was no more How big is the mouse.In fact, the baby looks like a mouse, no matter which way you look at it.He was only about two inches tall: with a mousey pointed nose, a mousey tail, a mousey beard, and a cute, shy mouselike mannerisms.For many days after he was born, wearing a gray cap on his head and carrying a small cane, he not only looked like a mouse but acted like it.Mr. and Mrs. Little named him Stuart, and Mr. Little made him a cot out of a cigarette case and four clothespins. Unlike most babies, Stuart was able to walk immediately after birth.When he was a week old, he could climb up to the lamp along the rope.Mrs. Little saw at once that the baby clothes she had made for him were no longer fitting, and hastened to make him a very small blue coat of woolen material, with pockets sewn on the inside, so that he could It could hold his handkerchief, money, and his keys in it.Every morning, before Stuart began to dress, Mrs. Little would come to his room and weigh him on a small letter scale.On the day he was born, he could only be delivered as first-class mail for three cents, but his parents preferred to keep him rather than send him; But only gained a third of an ounce of body weight.His mother was worried, so she went with him to the doctor.

The doctor was delighted to see Stuart and said it was unusual for an American family to have a mouse child.He took Stuart's temperature and found it to be 98.6 degrees, which is normal for a rat.He also examined Stuart's chest, heart, and gravely inspected his ears with the flashlight. (Not every doctor can look at a mouse's ear without laughing.) All of this seemed normal, and Mrs. Little was delighted to have such a good test result. "Give him more nutritious food!" The doctor said happily before getting up. The Little family lived in a pleasant place near a park in New York.When the morning sun shone through the east window, the Littles were up as usual.Stuart was a great help to his parents, and his brother George, because he was small and could do many things that only mice could do, and he was happy to do them for them.One day Mrs. Little dropped the ring off her finger while scrubbing the tub after Mr. Little's bath, and was horrified to find that it had slipped into the drain hole.

"What should I do?" she cried, fighting back tears. "If I were you," said George, "I would bend a hairpin into the shape of a fishhook, tie it to a line, and use that line to fish the ring out of it." So Mrs. Little I found a line and a hairpin, and fished there about half an hour; but it was so dark under the scupper hole, and the hook always seemed to catch something else before she put it where the ring was. "How's your luck?" asked Mr. Little, who had come to the bathroom. "It's terrible," Mrs. Little said. "The ring fell so deep I couldn't catch it."

"Why don't we send Stuart down to look for it?" suggested Mr. Little. "How about it, Stuart, would you like to try it?" "Yes, I would," replied Stuart, "but I think I'd better go down in my old trousers, which I reckon will be wet." "Just do it," said George.He was a little unhappy that the hook idea hadn't worked out.So Stuart hastily put on his old trousers, and was going to look for the ring under the drain hole.He wanted his father to hold one end of the rope and climb down the rope himself. "When I yank the rope three times, pull me up," he said.So Mr. Little knelt in the tub, holding the rope for him, while Stuart walked easily down the rope into the drain hole and disappeared.After only a minute or so, the rope was tugged three times rapidly, and Mr. Little carefully raised it up.It was Stuart who appeared at the bottom of the rope, and the ring was perfectly wrapped around his neck.

"Oh, my brave little boy," said Mrs. Little proudly, kissing Stuart. "How about down there?" asked Mr. Little, who was always curious about places he had never been to. "Not bad," said Stuart. What happened was that the bottom of the drain hole had made him so dirty that he had to take a bath and spray himself a little of his mother's violet water before he felt better.The whole family thought he had done a very good job. Note ①: Stuart Little, the original text is Stuart Little.Instead of translating the surname as "Little", I translated it as "Little" according to a dictionary of names, which I think sounds better, although not as interesting.The name Stuart, I suspect that White borrowed the name of the Stuart dynasty in England.The Stuart family ruled Scotland from 1371-1603 and Scotland and England from 1603-1714. In 1714 the throne passed to the family's distant relatives, the Electors of Hanover.Why can't our little mouse Stuart be the queen of the prominent Stuart family?Of course he is.

Note ②: The first class mail, the original text is The first class maill.After I asked my friend what is first-class mail, Fang Zhouzi answered me and asked me to thank him here.He said that the so-called first-class mail is the ordinary mail that ordinary people use the most, and the postage is now 30 cents.Of course there are second-class, third-class, etc. mail, just cheaper and slower.The third level is bulk mail, and the fourth level is books. Note ③: 98.6 degrees.I asked the mantis for advice, and he said that he converted the temperature to 36.7 degrees Celsius, and told the mouse that the body temperature should be normal.As far as humans are concerned, the body temperature of men is low, and the normal value is around 36.5. This value indicates a slight low fever; the body temperature of women is high, and this value is within the normal range.Listen, how professionally judged my friend is.

Note ④: Ounce (ounce): I checked, 1 inch = 25.4 mm and 1 oz = 28.35 grams, then the height of our little Stuart should be 50.8 mm, and if the weight is also two ounces, it is 56.7 grams. Has anyone seen such a small mouse?I'm exhausted, my head hurts when I do the math, and even multiplication up to 100 wears me out.