The Hundred Dresses (VI) 一百条裙子（六）

Eleanor Estes

意识到错误的玛蒂埃和佩琪给旺达写了一封信，过了很久她们都没有收到回信。终于，在圣诞节那天，老师给大家念了旺达的信，信里没有抱怨没有仇恨，她说要把那一百条裙子中的两条送给佩琪和玛蒂埃。旺达用自己的友善，包容并原谅了同学的过错。

She went home and she 1）pinned her drawing over a torn place in the pink- flowered wall-paper in the bedroom. The 2）shabby room came alive from the 3）brilliancy of the colors. Maddie sat down on the edge of her bed and looked at the drawing. She had stood by and said nothing， but Wanda had been nice to her anyway.

Tears blurred her eyes and she gazed for a long time at the picture. Then

4）hastily she rubbed her eyes and studied it 5）intently. The colors in the dress were so vivid she had scarcely noticed the face and head of the drawing. But it looked like her， Maddie！ It really did. The same short blonde hair， blue eyes， and wide straight mouth. Why， it really looked like her own self！ Wanda had really drawn this for her. Wanda had drawn her！ In excitement she ran over to

1） pin [p?n] v.钉住    4） hastily [?he?st?li] adv.匆忙地

2） shabby [???bi] adj.破旧的    5） intently [?n'tentli] adv.专注地

3） brilliancy ['br?lj?ns?] n.光辉

Peggy's.

“Peg！” she said. “Let me see your picture.”

“What's the matter？” asked Peggy as they clattered up the stairs to her room， where Wanda's drawing was lying face down on the bed. Maddie carefully lifted it up.

“Look！ She drew you. That's you！” she exclaimed. And the head and face of this picture did look like the auburn-haired Peggy.

“What did I say！” said Peggy. “She must have really liked us anyway.”

“Yes， she must have，” agreed Maddie， and she blinked away the tears that came every time she thought of Wanda standing alone in that sunny spot in the school yard close to the wall， looking stolidly over at the group of laughing girls after she had walked off， after she had said， “Sure， a hundred of them—all lined up...”

回到家里，玛蒂埃把旺达的那张画钉在了卧室的粉花墙纸上，用它遮住了一处破损的地方，简陋的小屋竟立刻因为那些亮丽的颜色而变得生动起来。玛蒂埃坐在床沿上，默默地看着那张画。曾经她只是站在一边保持缄默，而旺达却对她那么好。

淚水模糊了她的视线，她就那么长久地注视着那张画。突然，她飞快地揉了揉眼睛，专注地研究了起来。画上的那些颜色是那么活灵活现，以至于她几乎忽略了那画上人物的头部和脸部——看上去多像她啊！像玛蒂埃！绝对像！同样的金色短发，蓝眼睛，宽厚的嘴唇。天啊，真的就是她啊！旺达的这张画就是画给她的，旺达画的就是她啊！她兴奋不已地跑到佩琪家。

“佩琪！”她喊道，“让我看看你的画！”

“怎么了？”佩琪边问边和她一起飞快地跑上楼去。旺达的画就放在佩琪的床上，玛蒂埃小心翼翼地把它举了起来。

“看！她画的是你，这是你！”她叫着，画上画的分明就是长着褐色头发的佩琪。

“我说什么来着，”佩琪说，“她一定是真的喜欢我们！”

“对，肯定是的！”玛蒂埃很赞同，她的眼中此时又噙满了泪水，就像每一次她想起旺达那样，想起她说完“……当然，一百条裙子，全都挂在那里……”后就走开，独自站在校园靠墙的太阳地里，呆望着那群正笑作一团的女孩子……