The Enchanted April | Gradually Hardening Swedish A1-B2

The Enchanted April | Gradually Hardening Swedish A1-B2

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Chapter1
Itbeganin
en
a
Woman’sClubinLondonon
en
a
Februaryafternoon—anuncomfortableclub,
och
and
amiserableafternoon—whenMrs.Wilkins,
som
who
hadcomedownfromHampsteadto
handla
shop
andhadlunchedatherclub,
tog
took
upTheTimesfromthe
bordet
table
inthesmoking-room,and
körde
running
herlistlesseyedowntheAgonyColumn
såg
saw
this:.
ToThosewho
Uppskattar
Appreciate
WistariaandSunshine.
SmallmediaevalItalian
Slott
Castle
ontheshoresofthe
Medelhavet
Mediterranean
tobeLetFurnishedforthe
månad
month
ofApril.
Necessaryservantsremain.
Z,Box1000,TheTimes.
Thatwasits
uppfattning
conception
;
yet,asinthecaseof
många
many
another,theconceiverwasunawareofitatthe
just nu
moment
.
SoentirelyunawarewasMrs.Wilkinsthather
April
April
forthatyearhadthen
och
and
therebeensettledforherthatshe
släppte
dropped
thenewspaperwitha
gest
gesture
thatwasbothirritated
och
and
resigned,andwentovertothe
fönstret
window
andstareddrearilyoutatthedripping
gatan
street
.
Notforherweremediaevalcastles,
även
even
thosethatarespeciallydescribedas
små
small
.
Notforhertheshoresin
April
April
oftheMediterranean,andthewistaria
och
and
sunshine.
Suchdelightswere
bara
only
fortherich.
Yettheadvertisement
hade
had
beenaddressedtopersonswhoappreciate
dessa
these
things,sothatit
hade
had
been,anyhow,addressedtooto
henne
her
,forshecertainlyappreciated
dem
them
;
morethananybodyknew;
mer
more
thanshehadever
berättat
told
.
Butshewaspoor.
Inthe
hela
whole
worldshepossessedofhervery
egen
own
onlyninetypounds,savedfrom
år
year
toyear,putby
noggrant
carefully
poundbypound,outofher
klänning
dress
allowance.
Shehadscraped
denna
this
sumtogetheratthe
förslag
suggestion
ofherhusbandas
en
a
shieldandrefugeagainst
en
a
rainyday.
Herdressallowance,
gav
given
herbyherfather,was£100
en
a
year,sothatMrs.Wilkins’s
kläder
clothes
werewhatherhusband,
uppmanade
urging
hertosave,calledmodest
och
and
becoming,andheracquaintancetoeachother,
när
when
theyspokeofheratall,whichwas
sällan
seldom
forshewasverynegligible,
kallade
called
aperfectsight.
Mr.
Wilkins,
en
a
solicitor,encouragedthrift,exceptthat
gren
branch
ofitwhichgotintohis
mat
food
.
Hedidnotcallthatthrift,he
kallade
called
itbadhousekeeping.
Butforthethriftwhich,like
mal
moth
,penetratedintoMrs.Wilkins’s
kläder
clothes
andspoiltthem,he
hade
had
muchpraise.
“Youneverknow,”he
sa
said
,“whentherewillbea
regnig
rainy
day,andyoumaybe
mycket
very
gladtofindyou
har
have
anest-egg.
Indeedwe
båda
both
may.”
Lookingoutofthe
klubb
club
windowintoShaftesburyAvenue—herswas
en
an
economicalclub,butconvenientforHampstead,whereshe
bodde
lived
,andforShoolbred’s,wheresheshopped—Mrs.
Wilkins,
hade
having
stoodtheresometimeverydrearily,hermind’s
öga
eye
ontheMediterraneanin
April
April
,andthewistaria,andtheenviableopportunitiesofthe
rika
rich
,whileherbodilyeyewatchedthereallyextremelyhorriblesootyrain
föll
falling
steadilyonthehurryingumbrellas
och
and
splashingomnibuses,suddenlywonderedwhether
kanske
perhaps
thiswasnotthe
regniga
rainy
dayMellersh—MellershwasMr.Wilkins—hadsooftenencouragedhertoprepare
för
for
,andwhethertogetoutofsuch
en
a
climateandintothesmallmediaevalcastlewasn’t
kanske
perhaps
whatProvidencehadallalongintendedhertodo
med
with
hersavings.
Partofhersavings,ofcourse;
kanske
perhaps
quiteasmallpart.
The
slottet
castle
,beingmediaeval,mightalsobedilapidated,
och
and
dilapidationsweresurelycheap.
Shewouldn’tintheleastminda
några
few
ofthem,becauseyoudidn’t
betalade
pay
fordilapidationswhichwere
redan
already
there;
onthecontrary—by
minska
reducing
thepriceyouhadto
betala
pay
theyreallypaidyou.
Men
But
whatnonsensetothinkofit...
She
vände
turned
awayfromthewindow
med
with
thesamegestureofmingledirritation
och
and
resignationwithwhichshe
hade
had
laiddownTheTimes,
och
and
crossedtheroomtowards
de
the
doorwiththeintentionof
getting
hermackintoshandumbrella
och
and
fightingherwayintooneof
de
the
overcrowdedomnibusesandgoingtoShoolbred’sonher
väg
way
homeandbuyingsomesolesforMellersh’sdinner—Mellershwas
svår
difficult
withfishandliked
bara
only
soles,exceptsalmon—whenshebeheldMrs.Arbuthnot,a
kvinna
woman
sheknewbysightas
också
also
livinginHampsteadand
tillhörde
belonging
totheclub,sittingat
de
the
tableinthemiddleof
de
the
roomonwhichthenewspapers
och
and
magazineswerekept,absorbed,inher
vände
turn
,inthefirstpageof
De
The
Times.
Mrs.
Wilkinshad
aldrig
never
yetspokentoMrs.Arbuthnot,
som
who
belongedtooneof
de
the
variouschurchsets,and
som
who
analysed,classified,dividedand
registrerade
registered
thepoor;
whereasshe
och
and
Mellersh,whentheydid
gick
go
out,wenttothepartiesofimpressionistpainters,ofwhominHampsteadtherewere
många
many
.
Mellershhadasisterwho
hade
had
marriedoneofthem
och
and
liveduponthe
Heath
Heath
,andbecauseofthisallianceMrs.Wilkinswasdrawnintoa
cirkel
circle
whichwashighlyunnaturalto
henne
her
,andshehadlearnedtodreadpictures.
Shehadto
säga
say
thingsaboutthem,andshedidn’t
visste
know
whattosay.
She
brukade
used
tomurmur,“Marvellous,”andfeelthatitwasnotenough.
Men
But
nobodyminded.
Nobodylistened.
Ingen
Nobody
tookanynoticeofMrs.Wilkins.
Shewas
den
the
kindofpersonwhoisnotnoticedatparties.
Her
kläder
clothes
,infestedbythrift,madeherpractically
osynlig
invisible
;
herfacewasnon-arresting;
her
konversation
conversation
wasreluctant;
shewas
blyg
shy
.
Andifone’sclothes
och
and
faceandconversationare
allt
all
negligible,thoughtMrs.Wilkins,
som
who
recognisedherdisabilities,what,atparties,is
det
there
leftofone?
Alsoshewas
alltid
always
withWilkins,thatclean-shaven,fine-looking
man
man
,whogaveaparty,
bara
merely
bycomingtoit,
en
a
greatair.
Wilkinswas
mycket
very
respectable.
Hewasknowntobe
högt
highly
thoughtofbyhis
ledande
senior
partners.
Hissister’scircle
beundrade
admired
him.
Hepronouncedadequatelyintelligentjudgmentson
konst
art
andartists.
Hewaspithy;
hewas
försiktig
prudent
;
heneversaida
ord
word
toomuch,nor,ontheother
sidan
hand
,didheeversay
ett
a
wordtoolittle.
Heproducedtheimpressionofkeepingcopiesof
allt
everything
hesaid;
andhewasso
uppenbarligen
obviously
reliablethatitoften
hände
happened
thatpeoplewhomethimat
dessa
these
partiesbecamediscontentedwiththeir
egna
own
solicitors,andaftera
period
period
ofrestlessnessextricatedthemselves
och
and
wenttoWilkins.
NaturallyMrs.Wilkinswasblottedout.
“She,”
sa
said
hissister,withsomethingherselfof
den
the
judicial,thedigested,and
den
the
finalinhermanner,“should
stanna
stay
athome.”
ButWilkins
kunde
could
notleavehiswifeat
hemma
home
.
Hewasafamilysolicitor,
och
and
allsuchhavewives
och
and
showthem.
Withhisintheweekhe
gick
went
toparties,andwithhisonSundayshe
gick
went
tochurch.
Beingstill
ganska
fairly
young—hewasthirty-nine—andambitiousof
gamla
old
ladies,ofwhomhe
hade
had
notyetacquiredinhispractice
ett
a
sufficientnumber,hecouldnot
råd
afford
tomisschurch,anditwastherethatMrs.Wilkins
blev
became
familiar,thoughneverthroughwords,
med
with
Mrs.Arbuthnot.
Shesawhermarshalling
de
the
childrenofthepoorintopews.
She
komma
would
comeinattheheadoftheprocessionfromtheSunday
Skulle
School
exactlyfiveminutesbeforethe
kören
choir
,andgetherboys
och
and
girlsneatlyfittedintotheirallottedseats,
och
and
downontheirlittlekneesintheir
inledande
preliminary
prayer,andupagainontheir
fötter
feet
justas,tothe
svullna
swelling
organ,thevestrydooropened,
och
and
thechoirandclergy,
stora
big
withthelitaniesandcommandmentstheywere
närvarande
presently
torollout,emerged.
She
hade
had
asadface,yetshewas
uppenbarligen
evidently
efficient.
Thecombinationusedto
gör
make
Mrs.Wilkinswonder,forshe
hade
had
beentoldbyMellersh,ondayswhenshe
hade
had
onlybeenableto
get
plaice,thatifonewere
effektiv
efficient
onewouldn’tbedepressed,
och
and
thatifonedoesone’s
jobb
job
wellonebecomesautomatically
ljus
bright
andbrisk.
AboutMrs.Arbuthnottherewas
inget
nothing
brightandbrisk,though
mycket
much
inherwaywiththeSundaySchool
barn
children
thatwasautomatic;
but
när
when
Mrs.Wilkins,turningfromthe
fönstret
window
,caughtsightofherintheclubshewasnotbeing
automatisk
automatic
atall,butwaslookingfixedlyat
en
one
portionofthefirstpageofTheTimes,
höll
holding
thepaperquitestill,hereyesnotmoving.
Shewas
bara
just
staring;
andherface,asusual,wasthe
ansikte
face
ofapatientand
besviken
disappointed
Madonna.
Obeyinganimpulseshe
undrade
wondered
atevenwhileobeyingit,Mrs.Wilkins,the
blyg
shy
andthereluctant,insteadofproceedingasshe
hade
had
intendedtothecloakroom
och
and
fromthencetoSchoolbred’sinsearchofMellersh’s
fisk
fish
,stoppedatthetable
och
and
satdownexactlyoppositeMrs.Arbuthnot,towhomshe
hade
had
neveryetspokeninher
liv
life
.
Itwasoneofthoselong,
smala
narrow
refectorytables,sothattheywere
ganska
quite
closetoeachother.
Mrs.
Arbuthnot,
dock
however
,didnotlookup.
She
fortsatte
continued
togaze,witheyesthat
verkade
seemed
tobedreaming,at
en
one
spotonlyofTheTimes.
Mrs.
Wilkins
tittade
watched
heraminute,tryingtoscrewup
modet
courage
tospeaktoher.
Shewantedto
fråga
ask
herifshehad
sett
seen
theadvertisement.
Shedidnot
visste
know
whyshewantedto
fråga
ask
herthis,butshe
ville
wanted
to.
Howstupidnottobeableto
prata
speak
toher.
Shelookedso
snäll
kind
.
Shelookedsounhappy.
Varför
Why
couldn’ttwounhappypeoplerefresheachotherontheir
vägen
way
throughthisdustybusinessoflifeby
ett
a
littletalk—real,naturaltalk,aboutwhatthey
kände
felt
,whattheywouldhave
gillat
liked
,whattheystilltriedto
hoppas
hope
?
Andshecouldnothelp
tänka
thinking
thatMrs.Arbuthnot,too,was
läste
reading
thatverysameadvertisement.
Hereyeswereon
den
the
verypartofthepaper.
Was
hon
she
,too,picturingwhatitwouldbelike—the
färgen
colour
,thefragrance,thelight,the
mjuka
soft
lappingofthesea
bland
among
littlehotrocks?
Colour,
doft
fragrance
,light,sea;
insteadofShaftesbury
Avenue
Avenue
,andthewetomnibuses,
och
and
thefishdepartmentatShoolbred’s,
och
and
theTubetoHampstead,
och
and
dinner,andto-morrowthe
detsamma
same
andthedayafter
de
the
sameandalwaysthe
detsamma
same
...
SuddenlyMrs.Wilkins
fann
found
herselfleaningacrossthe
bordet
table
.
“Areyoureadingabout
det
the
mediaevalcastleandthewistaria?”
she
hörde
heard
herselfasking.
NaturallyMrs.Arbuthnotwassurprised;
men
but
shewasnothalfsomuchsurprisedasMrs.Wilkinswasatherselffor
fråga
asking
.
Mrs.
Arbuthnothadnot
ännu
yet
toherknowledgeseteyeson
den
the
shabby,lank,loosely-put-togetherfiguresitting
mittemot
opposite
her,withitssmallfreckled
ansikte
face
andbiggreyeyes
nästan
almost
disappearingunderasmashed-downwet-weatherhat,
och
and
shegazedathera
ögonblick
moment
withoutanswering.
Shewasreading
om
about
themediaevalcastleandthewistaria,
eller
or
ratherhadreadaboutit
tio
ten
minutesbefore,andsincethen
hade
had
beenlostindreams—of
ljus
light
,ofcolour,offragrance,ofthe
mjuka
soft
lappingofthesea
bland
among
littlehotrocks...
“Whydoyou
frågar
ask
methat?”
shesaidinher
allvarliga
grave
voice,forhertrainingof
och
and
bythepoorhad
gjort
made
hergraveandpatient.
Mrs.
Wilkinsflushed
och
and
lookedexcessivelyshyandfrightened.
“Oh,
bara
only
becauseIsawittoo,
och
and
Ithoughtperhaps—Ithoughtsomehow—”
shestammered.
WhereuponMrs.Arbuthnot,her
sinne
mind
beingusedtogetting
folk
people
intolistsanddivisions,from
vana
habit
considered,asshegazedthoughtfullyatMrs.Wilkins,
under
under
whatheading,supposingshehadtoclassifyher,she
kunde
could
mostproperlybeput.
“AndI
känner
know
youbysight,”wentonMrs.Wilkins,who,like
alla
all
theshy,onceshewas
började
started
plungedon,frighteningherselfto
mer
more
andmorespeechby
det
the
sheersoundofwhatshe
hade
had
saidlastinherears.
“EverySunday—I
ser
see
youeverySundayinchurch—”.
“Inchurch?”
echoedMrs.Arbuthnot.
“And
här
this
seemssuchawonderfulthing—thisadvertisement
om
about
thewistaria—and—”.
Mrs.
Wilkins,
som
who
musthavebeenat
minst
least
thirty,brokeoffandwriggledinher
stol
chair
withthemovementof
en
an
awkwardandembarrassedschoolgirl.
“It
verkar
seems
sowonderful,”shewentoninakindofburst,“and—itissucha
eländig
miserable
day...”
Och
And
thenshesatlookingatMrs.Arbuthnot
med
with
theeyesofanimprisoned
hund
dog
.
“Thispoorthing,”thoughtMrs.Arbuthnot,
vars
whose
lifewasspentin
hjälpa
helping
andalleviating,“needsadvice.”
She
därför
accordingly
preparedherselfpatientlyto
ge
give
it.
“Ifyouseemeinchurch,”she
sa
said
,kindlyandattentively,“Isupposeyou
bor
live
inHampsteadtoo?”
“Ohyes,”
sa
said
Mrs.Wilkins.
Andshe
upprepade
repeated
,herheadonitslong
tunna
thin
neckdroopingalittleasiftherecollectionofHampsteadbowedher,“Ohyes.”
“Where?”
frågade
asked
Mrs.Arbuthnot,who,when
råd
advice
wasneeded,naturallyfirst
fortsatte
proceeded
tocollectthefacts.
ButMrs.Wilkins,
lägger
laying
herhandsoftlyandcaressinglyonthe
del
part
ofTheTimeswheretheadvertisementwas,asthoughthemereprintedwordsofitwere
dyrbara
precious
,onlysaid,“Perhapsthat’s
därför
why
thisseemssowonderful.”
“No—I
tycker
think
that’swonderfulanyhow,”saidMrs.Arbuthnot,
glömmer
forgetting
factsandfaintlysighing.
“Thenyouwere
läste
reading
it?”
“Yes,”saidMrs.Arbuthnot,hereyes
går
going
dreamyagain.
“Wouldn’titbewonderful?”
murmuredMrs.Wilkins.
“Wonderful,”
sa
said
Mrs.Arbuthnot.
Herface,
som
which
hadlitup,fadedinto
tålamod
patience
again.
“Verywonderful,”she
sa
said
.
“Butit’snouse
slösa
wasting
one’stimethinkingofsuchthings.”
“Oh,
men
but
itis,”wasMrs.Wilkins’squick,surprising
svar
reply
;
surprisingbecauseitwasso
mycket
much
unliketherestofher—thecharacterless
kappa
coat
andskirt,thecrumpled
hatten
hat
,theundecidedwispof
hår
hair
stragglingout.
“Andjust
det
the
consideringofthemis
värt
worth
whileinitself—sucha
förändring
change
fromHampstead—andsometimesIbelieve—I
verkligen
really
dobelieve—ifoneconsiders
hårt
hard
enoughonegetsthings.”
Mrs.
Arbuthnot
iakttog
observed
herpatiently.
Inwhat
kategori
category
wouldshe,supposingshehad
att
to
,puther?
“Perhaps,”she
sa
said
,leaningforwardalittle,“youwill
berätta
tell
meyourname.
Ifwearetobefriends”—she
log
smiled
hergravesmile—“asI
hoppas
hope
weare,wehadbetter
börja
begin
atthebeginning.”
“Ohyes—howkindofyou.
I’mMrs.Wilkins,”
sa
said
Mrs.Wilkins.
“Idon’texpect,”she
tillade
added
,flushing,asMrs.Arbuthnot
sa
said
nothing,“thatitconveysanythingtoyou.
Ibland
Sometimes
it—itdoesn’tseemto
förmedla
convey
anythingtomeeither.
But”—she
tittade
looked
roundwithamovementof
söka
seeking
help—“IamMrs.Wilkins.”
Shedidnot
gillade
like
hername.
Itwasamean,
litet
small
name,withakindoffacetious
twist
twist
,shethought,aboutitsend
som
like
theupwardcurveofapugdog’s
svans
tail
.
Thereitwas,however.
Therewasno
göra
doing
anythingwithit.
Wilkinsshewas
och
and
Wilkinsshewouldremain;
och
and
thoughherhusbandencouragedherto
ge
give
itonalloccasionsasMrs.Mellersh-Wilkinsshe
bara
only
didthatwhenhewaswithinearshot,forshe
tyckte
thought
MellershmadeWilkinsworse,emphasisingitinthe
sätt
way
Chatsworthonthegate-postsof
en
a
villaemphasisesthevilla.
När
When
firsthesuggestedsheshouldaddMellershshehadobjectedforthe
ovanstående
above
reason,andafterapause—Mellershwas
mycket
much
tooprudenttospeak
förutom
except
afterapause,duringwhich
förmodligen
presumably
hewastakingacareful
mental
mental
copyofhiscomingobservation—he
sa
said
,muchdispleased,“ButIamnot
en
a
villa,”andlookedatherashelookswho
hoppas
hopes
,forperhapsthehundredth
gången
time
,thathemaynot
har
have
marriedafool.
Ofcoursehewasnot
en
a
villa,Mrs.Wilkinsassured
honom
him
;
shehadneversupposedhewas;
she
hade
had
notdreamedofmeaning...
shewasonlyjust
tänkte
thinking
...
The
mer
more
sheexplainedthemoreearnest
blev
became
Mellersh’shope,familiartohimby
här
this
time,forhehadthenbeen
en
a
husbandfortwoyears,thathe
kanske
might
notbyanychance
hade
have
marriedafool;
andthey
hade
had
aprolongedquarrel,ifthat
kan
can
becalledaquarrelwhichisconducted
med
with
dignifiedsilenceonone
sidan
side
andearnestapologyonthe
andra
other
,astowhetheror
inte
no
Mrs.Wilkinshadintendedto
föreslå
suggest
thatMr.Wilkinswasa
villa
villa
.
“Ibelieve,”shehadthought
när
when
itwasatlastover—it
tog
took
alongwhile—“thatanybodywould
gräla
quarrel
aboutanythingwhenthey’venotleftoffbeing
tillsammans
together
forasingledayfor
två
two
wholeyears.
Whatwe
båda
both
needisaholiday.”
“Myhusband,”wentonMrs.WilkinstoMrs.Arbuthnot,
försöker
trying
tothrowsomelightonherself,“is
en
a
solicitor.
He—”
Shecast
om
about
forsomethingshecould
säga
say
elucidatoryofMellersh,and
fann
found
:
“He’sveryhandsome.”
“Well,”
sa
said
Mrs.Arbuthnotkindly,“that
måste
must
beagreatpleasuretoyou.”
“Why?”
frågade
asked
Mrs.Wilkins.
“Because,”saidMrs.Arbuthnot,
en
a
littletakenaback,forconstantintercourse
med
with
thepoorhadaccustomedherto
hade
have
herpronouncementsacceptedwithout
fråga
question
,“becausebeauty—handsomeness—isagift
som
like
anyother,andifitisproperlyused—”.
Shetrailedoffinto
tystnad
silence
.
Mrs.Wilkins’sgreatgreyeyeswerefixedonher,
och
and
itseemedsuddenlytoMrs.Arbuthnotthat
kanske
perhaps
shewasbecomingcrystallisedintoa
vana
habit
ofexposition,andofexpositionafterthe
sätt
manner
ofnursemaids,throughhavingan
publik
audience
thatcouldn’tbutagree,that
ville
would
beafraid,ifit
ville
wished
,tointerrupt,thatdidn’t
visste
know
,thatwas,infact,athermercy.
Men
But
Mrs.Wilkinswasnot
lyssnade
listening
;
forjustthen,absurdasit
verkade
seemed
,apicturehadflashed
över
across
herbrain,andtherewere
två
two
figuresinitsitting
tillsammans
together
underagreattrailingwistariathatstretched
över
across
thebranchesofa
träd
tree
shedidn’tknow,anditwasherself
och
and
Mrs.Arbuthnot—shesawthem—shesaw
dem
them
.
Andbehindthem,brightin
solsken
sunshine
,wereoldgreywalls—themediaevalcastle—she
såg
saw
it—theywerethere...
She
därför
therefore
staredatMrs.Arbuthnot
och
and
didnotheara
ord
word
shesaid.
AndMrs.Arbuthnot
stirrade
stared
tooatMrs.Wilkins,arrestedbytheexpressiononher
ansikte
face
,whichwassweptbytheexcitementofwhatshe
såg
saw
,andwasasluminous
och
and
tremulousunderitas
vatten
water
insunlightwhenitisruffledby
en
a
gustofwind.
At
här
this
moment,ifshehadbeenat
en
a
party,Mrs.Wilkinswould
ha
have
beenlookedatwith
intresse
interest
.
Theystaredateachother;
Mrs.Arbuthnot
överraskade
surprised
,inquiringly,Mrs.Wilkinswiththeeyesofsomeone
som
who
hashadarevelation.
Ofcourse.
Thatwashowit
kunde
could
bedone.
Sheherself,shebyherself,couldn’t
råd
afford
it,andwouldn’tbeable,
även
even
ifshecouldaffordit,to
go
thereallalone;
butshe
och
and
Mrs.Arbuthnottogether...
Sheleaned
över
across
thetable.
“Whydon’twe
försöker
try
andgetit?”
she
viskade
whispered
.
Mrs.
Arbuthnotbecameeven
mer
more
wide-eyed.
“Getit?”
she
upprepade
repeated
.
“Yes,”saidMrs.Wilkins,
fortfarande
still
asthoughshewere
rädd
afraid
ofbeingoverheard.
“Notjust
sitta
sit
hereandsayHowwonderful,
och
and
thengohometoHampstead
utan
without
havingputoutafinger—go
hem
home
justasusualand
se
see
aboutthedinnerandthefishjustaswe’vebeendoingforyears
och
and
yearsandwillgoondoingforyears
och
and
years.
Infact,”saidMrs.Wilkins,flushingtotherootsofher
hår
hair
,forthesoundofwhatshewassaying,ofwhatwas
kom
coming
pouringout,frightenedher,
och
and
yetshecouldn’tstop,“I
ser
see
noendtoit.
Thereisno
slut
end
toit.
Sothat
det
there
oughttobea
paus
break
,thereoughttobeintervals—ineverybody’sinterests.
Varför
Why
,itwouldreallybebeingunselfishto
go
awayandbehappyfora
lite
little
,becausewewouldcome
tillbaka
back
somuchnicer.
Yousee,
efter
after
abiteverybodyneedsaholiday.”
“But—howdoyou
menar
mean
,getit?”
askedMrs.Arbuthnot.
“Takeit,”
sa
said
Mrs.Wilkins.
“Takeit?”