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The Garden Party -----by Katherine MansfieldCharacters: Laura—the sister [SISTER]Laurie—the brother [BROTHER]Mrs. Sheridan—the mother [MOTHER]---the workman [WORKMAN]---a woman [WOMAN]Sister: [going up the stage, looking up into the sky/roof] what a fine day! Windless, warm, the sky without a cloud. It is the exactly perfect weather for a garden-party! I am going to tell mom if we can make one this afternoon.Mother:[coming up] hey dear, what are you doing instead of having breakfast? Sister: hi mom. I am thinking that having a garden party would be the best payment for such a nice weather.Mother: indeed. So, you go for your bread, and I will call the workman to set up a marquee.[Sister pretends to have some bread. Mother pretending to call someone]hi, this is Meg Sheridan. I would like to have a big marquee for a garden party this afternoon, so please come soon. At No. 100, Golden Street.[mother goes to where sister eats] they will be here soon. To make you more active, I decide to let you handle the marquee.Sister: {disbelieve} what? Mom, are you serious? I have never made any decision before, and now you want me to deal with a whole marquee? Al-right. I will.[the workman knocks at the door]Sister: {nervous} Em… hi, oh, are you.. I mean, is it about the marquee? Workman: [smile] yes, miss. Relax, what a fine day. Cheer up, I am not going to bite you.Sister: [relax, smile gently] where do you want to put it?Workman:[looking around, choose a corner not far]how about here? Under those trees? You know, guests can not only enjoy the party food, but also enjoy the shadows that are brought by the trees but not the marquee? What do you think? Sister:[nod] alright, just put it there, please.[workman starts working for a while, then go. Sister into the house]Woman: [running up] good morning, Mrs. Sheridan. Morning, Laura and Laurie. Do you know that family at the end of this street? They live in the old little house, all very dirty.Mother: [curious] yes, of course we know them. My children aren’t allowed to go there. [being unable to believe] I don’t even know how can they just make themselves such a mess!Woman: well, the man in that family was going to the church on his horse when his horse was scared by a tractor, the poor man fell down and died.Sister:{ surprise} what? Then we can’t make this party anymore can we?Mother: {confused} Why is that?Sister: I mean, if we don’t, then we will be having a party just as nothing has happened, while people are mourning over that man’s death!Mother: {a little inpatient} come on my girl, you can’t just stop people from entertainment every time someone’s got killed around them. People die every day! Sister: but we have a band! What would they think if they hear the songs? We should respect the dead and the family!Mother: are you ok? Who cares? Are you really going to ruin everything up?[mother going out, sister turn to brother]Brother: I know what you are going to say. The party will be as usual, and if you really feel very bad for the poor family, then just bring our left-over to his wife and his children. They will have a difficult time. They have left the only source of income. You can help them in this way, more useful.Sister: {sad and a little angry} alright, I will go and check it out if there are anything left in our fridge. Why aren’t any of you feeling pity for them?Woman: girl, you have a warm heart and I am glad that you feel pity for them. But this is the difference. Between the rich, and the poor. And you won’t be able to understand it. At least, not yet.TWO HOURS LATER[sister up]Brother: it doesn’t take long for you to walk down along the street to their house, but why does it take so long? Is everything ok?Sister: yeah, everything is fine. I visited them as you advised, and I brought some food for them. They are just``` I thought when people have lost the one they love forever, they would just black out``` or like crying aloud. But when I got into the house, the woman was just.. sitting on the sofa , looking straight to the wall in front of her. The house was like…lifeless, and I wanted to get out of this depressive atmosphere as soon as I got into it. I felt that life is just```` I can’t figure out the exact adjective to describe this feeling. Do you know what I mean?Brother: unfair, right? Yes, it is. You may think that everyone is the same when they are born, but it is not. Sometimes the family you were born into decides the place you are in the society. The rich are always the respected ones and the poor are always the ones being discriminated. there are so many unjust in life, so we shouldn’t be perplexed by them. Alright, lunch is almost ready. Let’s go for it.。

The Garden Party--K2

1.2 Psychological trace:
Stories concentrate on the characters‟ interior worlds and mental activities while analyzing them , increasing or decreasing the plots in this proc ess.
Theme

Mental illness Existential issues Feminism

Homosexuality
Mental illness
Existential issues

By focusing on characters' thoughts and perceptions, Woolf emphasises the significance of private thoughts rather than concrete events in a person's life. Most of the plot in Mrs Dalloway consists of realisations that the characters subjectively make.
Common Points
Class
consciousness.
Illusion
versus reality. and insensitivity.
Sensitivity Death
and life.
Stylistics Analysis
The Garden Party & Mrs Dalloway
Feminism

The Garden Party

The Garden Party"The Garden Party" is a short story written in 1922 by Katherine Mansfield who was born in a middle-class colonial family in 1888. Her life was full of loneliness, illness, jealousy, alienation.All these reflected in her work with the bitter depiction of marital and family relationships of her middle-class characters. Her short stories are also notable for the use of stream of consciousness.Laura, a daughter from the Sheridan family, who is in charge of the coming garden party, knows that Mr. Scott, the man lived in the neighborhood died. The little girl turns into a bad mood immediately and wants to call off the party though everyone thinks Laura‟s proposal is ridiculous and extravagant. She fills a basket wi th sandwiches, cakes, and other uneaten food, goes to the widow‟s house, and sees the dead man in the bedroom where he is lying. "He was wonderful, beautiful. While they were laughing and while the band was playing, this marvel had come to the lane." Crying she tells her brother who is looking for her: ", when she leaves to find her brother waiting for her, she is unable to complete the sentence, "Isn't life..."There are many characters in "The Garden Party". Mansfield successfully enables everyone in her story to get a stage to perform on. In the Garden Party, not only Laura, Mrs. Sheridan, and Laurie, but also the workingmen, the cook, and even the Godber‟s man, who just appears once in the story, are described in terms of appearance, expression, behavior, speech and so on. Laura is a character of great importance. Firstly, Laura is a round character of many sides which is complex. She may be independent in her mind, however, she cannot be independent in her beaviour. She always changes in aspects of personality and outlook in the course of the story. Secondly, Laura provides a link between the two contrasting forces of the story: the Sheridan’s world filled with privilege and joys, and the working man Scott’s filled with hardship, death, and sorrow. Thro ugh Laura’s reaction to Mr. Scott’s death, we can easily find the great gap between the two cintrasting forces.Mansfield always goes deep into her character s inner world, expressing their personal feeling. It is not only direct but also lyrical. It often divides into two levels, reality and the inner world in her version, using the technique of stream of consciousness. Afterall, we can better understsand the story by the description of Laura.王萍121201116。

TheGardenParty课文翻译

The Garden Party这真是个理想的天气。

要是他们决定开花园茶会，那就不可能有比今天更完美的天气了。

无风，温暖，万里无云。

就像偶尔在夏初的时候，只有蓝天被朦胧的浅金色烟霭笼罩。

园丁们黎明之时就已起身，修剪打理草坪，直到青青的草地和种着雏菊的深色平坦的玫瑰形花坛看起来都熠熠生辉。

至于玫瑰，你会情不自禁地觉得他们深谙只有玫瑰引人注目，只有玫瑰尽人皆知之道。

数百株的，确实是数百株玫瑰一夜之间破土而出，绿色的灌木丛被压得弯下了腰，仿佛是接受过天使的拜访。

在搭起帐篷前，早餐还没有结束。

“妈妈，您想把帐篷搭在哪儿？”“宝贝，问我也没用。

我打算今年把一切都放手给你们孩子做。

忘掉我是你们的妈妈，把我当成一位贵宾吧。

”但是玛格丽特恐怕不可能过去监督他们干活。

她在早餐前洗了头发，包着绿头巾坐着享受她的咖啡，头巾在脸颊两边垂下暗湿的大卷。

乔斯，这只“蝴蝶“，总是穿着丝绸衬裙和和服式的晨衣外套下来。

”看来只有你去了，劳拉，你是个有艺术天赋的人。

“劳拉翩然离去，手里还抓着她那片抹了黄油的面包。

能有个理由外出吃东西实在太棒了，并且她喜欢去安排事情，她总觉得自己能比任何人做的好得多。

四个穿衬衫的男人在花园小径上站在一起。

他们搬着包裹了几卷帆布的板子，背后还挂着个大工具袋。

看起来挺像回事儿。

劳拉多希望自己没拿黄油面包，但是现在没地儿放它，她又不可能把它给扔了。

在走向他们的时候她尴尬地脸红了，并且试图让自己显得很严肃甚至有点儿跟近视眼儿似的。

“早上好。

”她努力模仿着自己妈妈的声音。

但是听起来非常做作，连她自己都不好意思了而且还结结巴巴像个小女孩儿。

“这个。

那个，你们来啦？是因为帐篷的事儿吗？”“是的，小姐。

”一个长着雀斑的瘦高个儿回答。

他挪了下自己的工具袋，向后敲了敲草帽，对劳拉笑着说：“是为了帐篷的事儿。

”他的笑容如此惬意、友好，劳拉一下子就恢复了常态。

他有一双多么迷人的眼睛，小小的，但是是那么深邃的蓝色。

她再看看别人，他们也都在微笑。

thegardenparty中英对照原文

thegardenparty中英对照原文The Garden Party 花园派对原文：And after all the weather was ideal. They could not have had a more perfect day for a garden-party if they had ordered it. Windless, warm, the sky without a cloud. Only the blue was veiled with a haze of light gold, as it is sometimes in early summer. The gardener had been up since dawn, mowing the lawns and sweeping them, until the grass and the dark flat rosettes where the daisy plants had been seemed to shine. As for the roses, you could not help feeling they understood that roses are the only flowers that impress people at garden-parties; the only flowers that everybody is certain of knowing. Hundreds, yes, literally hundreds, had come out in a single night; the green bushes bowed down as though they had been visited by archangels.译文：而且，天气真是理想。

如果他们预定的话，他们不可能有一个更完美的花园派对日子。

THE-GARDEN-PARTY

And after all the weather w garden-party if they had ord blue was veiled with a haz gardener had been up since d and the dark flat rosettes w roses, you could not fe impress people at garden-Hundreds, yes, literally hund down as though they had bee Breakfast was not yet over be "Where do you want the mar "My dear child, it's no use as this year. Forget I am your m But Meg could not possibly breakfast, and she sat drinkin on each cheek. Jose, the bu jacket."You'll have to go, Laura; yo Away Laura flew, still holdi excuse for eating out do always felt she could do it so Four men in their shirt-sleev staves covered with rolls of c looked impressive. Laura wi was nowhere to put it, and s look severe and even a little "Good morning," she affected that she was asham come—is it about the marque "That's right, miss," said the tool-bag, knocked back his st His smile was so easy, so fr but such a dark blue! And noTHE GARDEN PARTY (1921)By Katherine Mansfieldher was ideal. They could not have had a more p ad ordered it. Windless, warm, the sky without a haze of light gold, as it is sometimes in earl since dawn, mowing the lawns and sweeping them tes where the daisy plants had been seemed s help feeling they understood that roses are o -parties; the only flowers that everybody is cert hundreds, had come out in a single night; the gree ad been visited by archangels.ver before the men came to put up the marquee. e marquee put, mother?"use asking me. I'm determined to leave everything our mother. Treat me as an honoured guest."ssibly go and supervise the men. She had washed rinking her coffee in a green turban, with a dark w he butterfly, always came down in a silk petticoa ra; you're the artistic one."holding her piece of bread-and-butter. It's so deli of doors, and besides, she loved having to arra o it so much better than anybody else.sleeves stood grouped together on the garden pa ls of canvas, and they had big tool-bags slung on t ra wished now that she had not got the bread-and and she couldn't possibly throw it away. She blus little bit short-sighted as she came up to them. said, copying her mother's voice. But that soun ashamed, and stammered like a little girl, "Oh marquee?"d the tallest of the men, a lanky, freckled fellow, a his straw hat and smiled down at her. "That's abou so friendly that Laura recovered. What nice eyend now she looked at the others, they were smiling more perfect day for a out a cloud. Only the n early summer. The g them, until the grass d to shine. As for the the only flowers that is certain of knowing. e green bushes bowed ee.ything to you children ashed her hair before dark wet curl stamped etticoat and a kimono o delicious to have an o arrange things; she en path. They carried g on their backs. They and-butter, but there e blushed and tried tosounded so fearfully "Oh—er—have you ow, and he shifted his s about it."e eyes he had, small, miling too. "Cheer up,we won't bite," their smile s beautiful morning! She mus marquee."Well, what about the lily-And she pointed to the lily turned, they stared in the dir fellow frowned."I don't fancy it," said he.marquee," and he turned to L it'll give you a bang slap in th Laura's upbringing made he workman to talk to her of ban "A corner of the tennis-court "H'm, going to have a band, a haggard look as his dark ey "Only a very small band," s band was quite small. But the "Look here, miss, that's the p Against the karakas. Then t with their broad, gleaming le you imagined growing on a the sun in a kind of silent spl They must. Already the men Only the tall fellow was left and forefinger to his nose a forgot all about the karakas the smell of lavender. How m how extraordinarily nice wo for her friends rather than th supper? She would get on mu It's all the fault, she decid envelope, something that w distinctions. Well, for her pa there came the chock-chock "Are you right there, matey how happy she was, just to despised stupid conventions,the little drawing. She felt ju "Laura, Laura, where are youmile seemed to say. How very nice workmen we e mustn't mention the morning; she must bu -lawn? Would that do?"lily-lawn with the hand that didn't hold the bread he direction. A little fat chap thrust out his under d he. "Not conspicuous enough. You see, with ed to Laura in his easy way, "you want to put it so p in the eye, if you follow me."de her wonder for a moment whether it was quite of bangs slap in the eye. But she did quite follow h court," she suggested. "But the band's going to be band, are you?" said another of the workmen. He w ark eyes scanned the tennis-court. What was he thi nd," said Laura gently. Perhaps he wouldn't mindBut the tall fellow interrupted.e place. Against those trees. Over there. That'll hen the karaka-trees would be hidden. And they ming leaves, and their clusters of yellow fruit. They on a desert island, proud, solitary, lifting their lea nt splendour. Must they be hidden by a marquee? e men had shouldered their staves and were makin as left. He bent down, pinched a sprig of lavende ose and snuffed up the smell. When Laura saw rakas in her wonder at him caring for things like How many men that she knew would have done su ce workmen were, she thought. Why couldn't she han the silly boys she danced with and who came on much better with men like these.decided, as the tall fellow drew something hat was to be looped up or left to hang, the her part, she didn't feel them. Not a bit, not an a hock of wooden hammers. Some one whistled, som matey?" "Matey!" The friendliness of it, the—ust to show the tall fellow how at home she fe tions, Laura took a big bite of her bread-and-butte elt just like a work-girl.re you? Telephone, Laura!" a voice cried from the en were! And what a be business-like. The read-and-butter. They under-lip, and the tall with a thing like a t it somewhere where s quite respectful of a llow him.to be in one corner." . He was pale. He had he thinking? mind so much if the hat'll do fine."were so lovely, . They were like trees eir leaves and fruits to uee?making for the place. vender, put his thumb that gesture she s like that—caring for one such a thing? Oh, n't she have workmen came to Sunday night g on the back of an of these absurd class t an atom... And now d, some one sang out, —the—Just to prove he felt, and how she butter as she stared at m the house."Coming!" Away she skimm veranda, and into the porch ready to go to the office. "I say, Laura," said Laurie v afternoon. See if it wants pre "I will," said she. Suddenly small, quick squeeze. "Oh, I "Ra-ther," said Laurie's warm a gentle push. "Dash off to th The telephone. "Yes, yes; oh Delighted of course. It broken meringue-shells and Oh, I certainly should. One back. "What, mother? Can't h Mrs. Sheridan's voice floated last Sunday.""Mother says you're to wear Bye-bye."Laura put back the receiver,and let them fall. "Huh," sh She was still, listening. alive with soft, quick kitchen regions swung open chuckling absurd sound. It w air! If you stopped to notice,chase, in at the tops of the w sun, one on the inkpot, one o Especially the one on the could have kissed it.The front door bell pealed, a A man's voice murmured; Sa Mrs Sheridan.""What is it, Sadie?" Laura ca "It's the florist, Miss Laura." It was, indeed. There, just in lilies. No other kind. Noth radiant, almost frighteningly "O-oh, Sadie!" said Laura, an to warm herself at that blaz growing in her breast.skimmed, over the lawn, up the path, up s porch. In the hall her father and Laurie were bruurie very fast, "you might just give a squiz at my ts pressing."denly she couldn't stop herself. She ran at Laurie Oh, I do love parties, don't you?" gasped Laura. s warm, boyish voice, and he squeezed his sister to f to the telephone, old girl."es; oh yes. Kitty? Good morning, dear. Come to l will only be a very scratch meal—just the sand s and what's left over. Yes, isn't it a perfect mornin . One moment—hold the line. Mother's calling."Can't hear."loated down the stairs. "Tell her to wear that swee wear that sweet hat you had on last Sunday. Goo eiver, flung her arms over her head, took a deep b h," she sighed, and the moment after the sigh she . All the doors in the house seemed to be open.steps and running voices. The green baize door open and shut with a muffled thud. And now the d. It was the heavy piano being moved on its stiff otice, was the air always like this? Little faint win the windows, out at the doors. And there were t one on a silver photograph frame, playing too. Da the inkpot lid. It was quite warm. A warm little led, and there sounded the rustle of Sadie's print sk ed; Sadie answered, careless, "I'm sure I don't kno ura came into the hall.aura."ust inside the door, stood a wide, shallow tray ful Nothing but lilies—canna lilies, big pink flow ingly alive on bright crimson stems.ura, and the sound was like a little moan. She crou at blaze of lilies; she felt they were in her finge the steps, across the re brushing their hats at my coat before this aurie and gave him a ra.ster too, and gave her me to lunch? Do, dear. sandwich crusts and morning? Your white? lling." And Laura sat sweet hat she had on y. Good. One o'clock. deep breath, stretched gh she sat up quickly. open. The house was door that led to the ow there came a long, s stiff castors. But the nt winds were playing were two tiny spots of o. Darling little spots. little silver star. She rint skirt on the stairs.'t know. Wait. I'll ask ay full of pots of pink flowers, wide open, e crouched down as if fingers, on her lips,"It's some mistake," she said mother."But at that moment Mrs. She "It's quite right," she said cal Laura's arm. "I was passing suddenly thought for once in will be a good excuse.""But I thought you said you florist's man was still outsid gently, very gently, she bit he "My darling child, you woul the man."He carried more lilies still, an "Bank them up, just inside Sheridan. "Don't you agree, L "Oh, I do, mother."In the drawing-room Meg, Jo piano."Now, if we put this chester except the chairs, don't you t "Quite.""Hans, move these tables into off the carpet and—one mom they loved obeying her. She "Tell mother and Miss Laura "Very good, Miss Jose."She turned to Meg. "I want sing this afternoon. Let's try Pom! Ta-ta-ta Tee-ta! The p clasped her hands. She looke they came in."This Life is Wee -ary,A Tear—a Sigh.A Love that Chan -ges,This Life is Wee -ary,A Tear—a Sigh.A Love that Chan -ges,And then... Good-bye!"e said faintly. "Nobody ever ordered so many. Sa s. Sheridan joined them.aid calmly. "Yes, I ordered them. Aren't they lovel assing the shop yesterday, and I saw them in the nce in my life I shall have enough canna lilies. T d you didn't mean to interfere," said Laura. Sadie outside at his van. She put her arm round mo bit her mother's ear.wouldn't like a logical mother, would you? Don'till, another whole tray.nside the door, on both sides of the porch, ple gree, Laura?"Meg, Jose and good little Hans had at last succeede hesterfield against the wall and move everything you think?"es into the smoking-room, and bring a sweeper to e moment, Hans—" Jose loved giving orders to t . She always made them feel they were taking part Laura to come here at once.want to hear what the piano sounds like, just in c 's try over 'This life is Weary.'"The piano burst out so passionately that Jose's fa looked mournfully and enigmatically at her moth ny. Sadie, go and find lovely?" She pressed n the window. And I ies. The garden-party Sadie had gone. The her mother's neck and Don't do that. Here's h, please," said Mrs. ceeded in moving the thing out of the room er to take these marks s to the servants, and g part in some drama. t in case I'm asked to e's face changed. She mother and Laura asBut at the word "Good-bye,"her face broke into a brilliant "Aren't I in good voice, mum "This Life is Wee -ary,Hope comes to Die.A Dream—a Wa -kening."But now Sadie interrupted th "If you please, m'm, cook say "The flags for the sandwiche knew by her face that she h "Tell cook I'll let her have th Sadie went."Now, Laura," said her moth the names somewhere on the Meg, go upstairs this minute dressing this instant. Do you comes home to-night? And you? I'm terrified of her this The envelope was found at there Mrs. Sheridan could no "One of you children must h cream cheese and lemon-curd "Yes.""Egg and—" Mrs. Sheridan h be mice, can it?""Olive, pet," said Laura, look "Yes, of course, olive. What They were finished at last, a pacifying the cook, who did "I have never seen such exq kinds did you say there were "Fifteen, Miss Jose.""Well, cook, I congratulate y Cook swept up crusts with th "Godber's has come," annou pass the window.bye," and although the piano sounded more desp illiant, dreadfully unsympathetic smile.mummy?" she beamed.ng."ted them. "What is it, Sadie?"ok says have you got the flags for the sandwiches?wiches, Sadie?" echoed Mrs. Sheridan dreamily. A she hadn't got them. "Let me see." And she said ave them in ten minutes."r mother quickly, "come with me into the smokin on the back of an envelope. You'll have to write t minute and take that wet thing off your head. Jose o you hear me, children, or shall I have to tell you And—and, Jose, pacify cook if you do go t r this morning."nd last behind the dining-room clock, though uld not imagine.must have stolen it out of my bag, because I reme curd. Have you done that?"idan held the envelope away from her. "It looks li a, looking over her shoulder.What a horrible combination it sounds. Egg and oli last, and Laura took them off to the kitchen. She f o did not look at all terrifying.h exquisite sandwiches," said Jose's rapturous vo were, cook? Fifteen?"late you."with the long sandwich knife, and smiled broadly. announced Sadie, issuing out of the pantry. She h e desperate than ever, ches?"mily. And the children said to Sadie firmly, moking-room. I've got write them out for me. d. Jose, run and finish ll your father when he into the kitchen, will hough how it had got I remember vividly—oks like mice. It can't nd olive."She found Jose there us voice. "How many dly.She had seen the manThat meant the cream puff Nobody ever thought of mak "Bring them in and put them Sadie brought them in and w grown-up to really care abou the puffs looked very attract icing sugar."Don't they carry one back to "I suppose they do," said pra beautifully light and feathery "Have one each, my dears," s Oh, impossible. Fancy crea shudder. All the same, two m that absorbed inward look tha "Let's go into the garden, ou men are getting on with the m But the back door was blocke Something had happened. "Tuk-tuk-tuk," clucked cook cheek as though she understand. Only Godber's m "What's the matter? What's h "There's been a horrible accid "A man killed! Where? How But Godber's man wasn't goi "Know those little cottages them. "Well, there's a young a traction-engine, corner back of his head. Killed." "Dead!" Laura stared at Godb "Dead when they picked him body home as I come up her ones.""Jose, come here." Laura ca kitchen to the other side of t "Jose!" she said, horrified, "hpuffs had come. Godber's were famous for the f making them at home.them on the table, my girl," ordered cook.and went back to the door. Of course Laura and J e about such things. All the same, they couldn't he ttractive. Very. Cook began arranging them, shak ack to all one's parties?" said Laura.aid practical Jose, who never liked to be carried b athery, I must say."ars," said cook in her comfortable voice. "Yer ma w cream puffs so soon after breakfast. The very two minutes later Jose and Laura were licking th ok that only comes from whipped cream.en, out by the back way," suggested Laura. "I wan h the marquee. They're such awfully nice men." blocked by cook, Sadie, Godber's man and Hans. ed.d cook like an agitated hen. Sadie had her hand had toothache. Hans's face was screwed up i er's man seemed to be enjoying himself; it was his hat's happened?"e accident," said Cook. "A man killed."How? When?"n't going to have his story snatched from under his tages just below here, miss?" Know them? co young chap living there, name of Scott, a carter. H er of Hawke Street this morning, and he was thr d."t Godber's man.ed him up," said Godber's man with relish. "They up here." And he said to the cook, "He's left a wi ura caught hold of her sister's sleeve and dragged e of the green baize door. There she paused and l ed, "however are we going to stop everything?" or their cream puffs. and Jose were far too dn't help agreeing that shaking off the extra ried back. "They look r ma won't know." very idea made one ing their fingers with I want to see how theans.hand clapped to her in the effort to as his story. er his very nose.Of course, she knew ter. His horse shied at as thrown out on the They were taking the t a wife and five little agged her through the and leaned against it. g?""Stop everything, Laura!" cri "Stop the garden-party, of co But Jose was still more am absurd. Of course we can't d extravagant.""But we can't possibly have a That really was extravagant, bottom of a steep rise that led far too near. They were the neighbourhood at all. They w garden patches there was not smoke coming out of smoke, so unlike the s Washerwomen lived in the l was studded all over m were little they were forbidd what they might catch. But s sometimes walked through. I But still one must go everyw "And just think of what the b "Oh, Laura!" Jose began to b every time some one has an sorry about it as you. I feel sister just as she used to wh drunken workman back to lif "Drunk! Who said he was dr had used to say on those occa "Do, dear," cooed Jose."Mother, can I come into you "Of course, child. Why, wha Sheridan turned round from h "Mother, a man's been killed "Not in the garden?" interrup "No, no!""Oh, what a fright you gave hat and held it on her knees.a!" cried Jose in astonishment. "What do you mean of course." Why did Jose pretend?re amazed. "Stop the garden-party? My dear La can't do anything of the kind. Nobody expects us have a garden-party with a man dead just outside th gant, for the little cottages were in a lane to thems hat led up to the house. A broad road ran between.e the greatest possible eyesore, and they had no ri They were little mean dwellings painted a chocola as nothing but cabbage stalks, sick hens and tomat their chimneys was poverty-stricken. Little rag great silvery plumes that uncurled from the Sheri the lane and sweeps and a cobbler, and a man wh with minute bird-cages. Children swarmed. Whe orbidden to set foot there because of the revolting But since they were grown up, Laura and Laurie ugh. It was disgusting and sordid. They came out verywhere; one must see everything. So through th the band would sound like to that poor woman," s n to be seriously annoyed. "If you're going to stop has an accident, you'll lead a very strenuous life. I feel just as sympathetic." Her eyes hardened. Sh o when they were little and fighting together. "Yo k to life by being sentimental," she said softly.was drunk?" Laura turned furiously on Jose. She s e occasions, "I'm going straight up to tell mother."to your room?" Laura turned the big glass door-y, what's the matter? What's given you such a col from her dressing-table. She was trying on a new h killed," began Laura.terrupted her mother.gave me!" Mrs. Sheridan sighed with relief, and nees.mean?"ar Laura, don't be so cts us to. Don't be so side the front gate." mselves at the very ween. True, they were no right to be in that ocolate brown. In the tomato cans. The very e rags and shreds of Sheridans' chimneys. an whose house-front When the Sheridans olting language and of Laurie on their prowls me out with a shudder. ugh they went. an," said Laura.o stop a band playing life. I'm every bit as ed. She looked at her r. "You won't bring a She said, just as they ther."-knob.a colour?" And Mrs. new hat., and took off the big"But listen, mother," said La course, we can't have our par They'd hear us, mother; they'To Laura's astonishment her she seemed amused. She refu "But, my dear child, use you some one had died there nor poky little holes—we should Laura had to say "yes" to tha sofa and pinched the cushion "Mother, isn't it terribly hear "Darling!" Mrs. Sheridan go could stop her she had popp made for you. It's much too Look at yourself!" And she h "But, mother," Laura began a This time Mrs. Sheridan lost "You are being very absur sacrifices from us. And it's n doing now.""I don't understand," said La bedroom. There, quite ch mirror, in her black hat trimm had she imagined she could hoped her mother was right. a moment she had another g body being carried into the h newspaper. I'll remember it seemed quite the best plan... Lunch was over by half-past green-coated band had arrive "My dear!" trilled Kitty Ma have arranged them round th Laurie arrived and hailed remembered the accident aga then it was bound to be all rig "Laurie!"id Laura. Breathless, half-choking, she told the dre ur party, can we?" she pleaded. "The band and eve ; they're nearly neighbours!"nt her mother behaved just like Jose; it was harder e refused to take Laura seriously.se your common sense. It's only by accident we'v re normally—and I can't understand how they kee hould still be having our party, shouldn't we?" to that, but she felt it was all wrong. She sat down shion frill.y heartless of us?" she asked.dan got up and came over to her, carrying ha popped it on. "My child!" said her mother, "the ch too young for me. I have never seen you look she held up her hand-mirror.egan again. She couldn't look at herself; she turned n lost patience just as Jose had done.absurd, Laura," she said coldly. "People like th it's not very sympathetic to spoil everybody's enjo aid Laura, and she walked quickly out of the roo by chance, the first thing she saw was this char trimmed with gold daisies, and a long black velv could look like that. Is mother right? she though right. Am I being extravagant? Perhaps it was extr ther glimpse of that poor woman and those little c o the house. But it all seemed blurred, unreal, like ber it again after the party's over, she decided. An lan...past one. By half-past two they were all ready f arrived and was established in a corner of the tenn Maitland, "aren't they too like frogs for words und the pond with the conductor in the middle on a ailed them on his way to dress. At the sight nt again. She wanted to tell him. If Laurie agreed all right. And she followed him into the hall.he dreadful story. "Of nd everybody arriving. harder to bear because t we've heard of it. If ey keep alive in thosedown on her mother's the hat. Before Laura "the hat is yours. It's u look such a picture. urned aside. ike that don't expect s enjoyment as you're he room into her own charming girl in the k velvet ribbon. Never hought. And now she s extravagant. Just for ittle children, and the l, like a picture in the d. And somehow that eady for the fray. The e tennis-court.words? You ought to e on a leaf."sight of him Laura greed with the others,"Hallo!" He was half-way up puffed out his cheeks stunning," said Laurie. "Wha Laura said faintly "Is it?" and Soon after that people began from the house to the mar bending to the flowers, gree that had alighted in the Sheri Ah, what happiness it to cheeks, smile into eyes."Darling Laura, how well yo "What a becoming hat, child "Laura, you look quite Spani And Laura, glowing, answer passion-fruit ices really are r darling, can't the band have s And the perfect afternoon slo "Never a more delightful gar Laura helped her mother wit was all over."All over, all over, thank hea go and have some fresh cof these parties, these parties! W of them sat down in the dese "Have a sandwich, daddy dea "Thanks." Mr. Sheridan too suppose you didn't hear of a "My dear," said Mrs. Sherid Laura insisted we should put "Oh, mother!" Laura didn't w "It was a horrible affair Lived just below in the lane, An awkward little silence fe tactless of father...Suddenly she looked up. Th uneaten, all going to be wastway upstairs, but when he turned round and saw La and goggled his eyes at her. "My word, Laura "What an absolutely topping hat!"?" and smiled up at Laurie, and didn't tell him after began coming in streams. The band struck up; the h e marquee. Wherever you looked there were co , greeting, moving on over the lawn. They were Sheridans' garden for this one afternoon, on their is to be with people who all are happy, pre ell you look!"child!"Spanish. I've never seen you look so striking." nswered softly, "Have you had tea? Won't you hy are rather special." She ran to her father and begg have something to drink?"on slowly ripened, slowly faded, slowly its petals c ul garden-party... " "The greatest success... " "Quit er with the good-byes. They stood side by side in nk heaven," said Mrs. Sheridan. "Round up the oth sh coffee. I'm exhausted. Yes, it's been very suc ties! Why will you children insist on giving partie deserted marquee.dy dear. I wrote the flag."n took a bite and the sandwich was gone. of a beastly accident that happened to-day?" he sa Sheridan, holding up her hand, "we did. It nearly r ld put it off."dn't want to be teased about it.ir all the same," said Mr. Sheridan. "The chap w lane, and leaves a wife and half a dozen kiddies, s nce fell. Mrs. Sheridan fidgeted with her cup. Re p. There on the table were all those sandwiches, wasted. She had one of her brilliant ideas.aw Laura he suddenly Laura! You do look m after all.; the hired waiters ran ere couples strolling, were like bright birds their way to—where? to press hands, pressyou have an ice? The d begged him. "Daddy etals closed."Quite the most... " ide in the porch till it he others, Laura. Let's y successful. But oh, parties!" And they all He took another. "I he said.early ruined the party. hap was married too. dies, so they say." p. Really, it was very ches, cakes, puffs, all。

The-Garden-Party-赏析

The-Garden-Party-赏析
短篇小说《园会》（The Garden Party）主题是园会，但是通篇并没有描写园会。

关于园会的过程，小说并没有描写只是一笔带过。

小说的前半段描述的是一个非常富裕的家庭在准备一场花园舞会的细节。

主人公 laura 是一个热爱生活，热爱自然，富有同情心同时又对阶级还没有概念的小女孩。

开篇的时候描述了好天气，通过 laura 在指挥工人们准备园会的过程中侧面展示了这个家庭的富有，同时通过 laura 的心理活动，展现了 laura 的热爱大自然，热爱生活，对阶级没有概念的特点。

小说的转折来自于一个不好的消息。

他们家拐角处的一个男人死了，留下了一个老婆和几个年幼的孩子。

整篇小说从这开始也终于有了一些戏剧冲突，开始更吸引人了。

冲突体现在
laura 和她的家庭。

当听到这个消息的时候，laura 的意思是要停止这场舞会，因为下面那个男人死了，我们都很震惊，不应该再举行舞会了，但是家庭的其他成员并不同意，他们觉得这个世界每天都在发生不好的事情，我们还是要继续我们自己的生活。

年幼的 laura 理解不了这个道理，他觉得别人遭遇了厄运，我们应该送上我们的慰藉。

作者在小说中更多的是通过准备园会来写两个家庭的反差。

laura 这个角色是个很单纯的角色，她的很多观点和我们年轻的
时候是一样的，总是用一种非常单纯，非常富有同情心的观念去看待世界。

但是，家庭的其他成员就比她成熟的多。

他们已经习惯了这个世界，习惯了自己的生活。

小说的结尾其实是给读者留下了一个悬念，laura 究竟是想表达什么，她对生活有了怎样的认识？。

The Garden Party

• In December 1906 Katherine returned reluctantly to New Zealand with her family. In defiance of the rigid conventions of Wellington society, she pursued involved, sexually charged relationships with both men and women.
• In 1922 she went to London for what were to be final meetings with her father and friends. On January 9, 1923 Mansfield died. Her last words were: “I love the rain. I want the feeling of it on my face”.
Katherine Mansfield’s life
• In 1895 she attended the Karori School with her sisters; there she won a prize for an essay.
• In 1898 she and her elder sisters transferred to Wellington Girl’s High School in central Wellington.
• 小说描述了一次园会和一起死亡事件。故事以园会的准备工作开始 ,以劳拉对死者的探视结束，劳拉成为了连接梦幻世界（园会）和现实世界（胡同）的纽带。本文通过分析作品里的死亡主题试图有说服力地解释为什么小劳拉在别人想来看来是令人惊怖的死亡场景面前能表现出如此的平静和淡定,甚至给她带来一种“顿悟式”的对生死这个人类永恒主题的感悟和思考。

the garden party英文版

the garden party英文版The Garden Party English Edition, a tale of social hierarchy and human nature, offers a profound explorationof the intricate relationships that exist between classesin Victorian England. Through the lens of a garden party hosted by a wealthy family, the story shines a spotlight on the complexities of social status, class differences, andthe subtle yet profound ways these factors shape our interactions and perspectives.At the heart of the narrative is the garden partyitself, a symbol of the upper class's leisure and privilege. It is an event that is meticulously planned and executed, with every detail carefully considered to reflect thefamily's wealth and status. The party serves as a microcosm of Victorian society, with guests representing variousstrata of the social hierarchy. From the wealthy and influential to the less fortunate and overlooked, each character brings their unique perspective and experiencesto the party.As the story unfolds, we are introduced to the protagonist, a young girl from a lower-class family whofinds herself unexpectedly invited to the garden party. Her arrival marks a significant departure from the usual guest list, and her presence becomes a catalyst for change and reflection. Through her eyes, we see the party in a new light, revealing the underlying tensions and disparities that exist beneath the surface of polite society.One of the most striking aspects of the story is the way it explores the role of class in shaping our interactions. The upper-class guests are often seen engaging in shallow conversations and polite exchanges, while the lower-class characters are relegated to the periphery, their voices and experiences often overlooked. This divide is not only reflected in the party's organization but also in the characters' attitudes and behaviors.The protagonist's experience at the party serves as a poignant reminder of the limitations of social status. Despite her best efforts to融入 the festivities, she finds herself constantly reminded of her outsider status. Her attempts to engage in conversation are often met withindifference or condescension, highlighting the barriers that exist between classes.However, the story does not end in despair. Through a series of unexpected events, the protagonist finds a way to connect with others and make a lasting impact. Her actions, while small, serve as a powerful reminder of the transformative power of empathy and understanding.In conclusion, The Garden Party English Edition is a thought-provoking tale that explores the complexities of social hierarchy and human nature. It challenges our assumptions about class and privilege, reminding us that beneath the veneer of polite society, there are often deep-seated issues that need to be addressed. The story serves as a valuable reminder of the importance of empathy and understanding in bridging the divides that exist in our society.**花园派对英文版：对社会等级与人性之反思**《花园派对》英文版以维多利亚时代英格兰的社会等级与人性为主题，深刻探讨了不同阶层之间错综复杂的关系。

thegardenparty梗概

The Garden PartyIntroduction“The Garden Party” is a famous short story written by Katherine Mansfield. Published in 1922, it revolves around the concept of social class divisions and personal growth. Set in New Zealand, the story follows the experiences of the Sheridan family as they prepare for and attend their annual garden party. This article will explore various aspects of “The Garden Party,” including its themes, characters, plot, and literary techniques.ThemesSocial Class DivisionsOne of the primary themes explored in “The Garden Party” is soci al class divisions and their impact on society. The story highlights the distinctions between the privileged upper-class Sheridans and the working-class residents of the nearby cottages. Mansfield effectively portrays the contrasting lifestyles, attitudes, and expectations of these two social groups.Coming of AgeAnother important theme in the story is coming of age. Mansfield focuses on Laura Sheridan, the protagonist, and her journey toward personal growth and newfound understanding. Through Laura’s enco unters with the reality of death and her questioning of social conventions, she begins to mature and challenge her previous assumptions.Empathy and CompassionEmpathy and compassion are significant themes in “The Garden Party.” Mansfield explores the abil ity of individuals to empathize with others’ pain and suffering. Laura’s transformation throughout the story ismarked by her increased sensitivity and compassion towards the impoverished Scott family, whose dead husband and father lies in one of the cottages near their garden.Plot SummaryPreparation for the Garden PartyThe story starts with the Sheridan family’s preparations for their annual garden party. Laura, the youngest daughter, is closely involvedin the arrangements and takes pride in her contributions. However, her excitement is momentarily overshadowed by the realization that a neighbour’s family is mourning the death of their husband/father.Laura’s Encounter with the Dead ManLaura’s curiosity gets the better of her, and she convinces her bro ther, Laurie, to allow her to visit the mourning family. This encounter marksa turning point for Laura as she confronts death for the first time. Mansfield skillfully portrays Laura’s mixed emotions of fear, sympathy, and curiosity.The Garden PartyDespi te her newfound awareness of the grieving family, Laura can’tresist the allure of the garden party. The event is described in extravagant, sensory detail, emphasizing the opulence and extravaganceof the upper class. However, Laura finds it difficult to enjoy the festivities fully, plagued by a sense of guilt and unease over the ongoing mourning next door.Visiting the Scott FamilyUnable to ignore her sympathy for the Scott family, Laura visits them after the garden party, carrying a basket of leftover delicacies. Through this act of kindness and empathy, Laura forms a connection with the grieving widow and finds solace in comforting the woman. This encounter serves as a catalyst for Laura’s personal growth and transformation.CharactersLaura SheridanLaura Sheridan is the central character and protagonist of the story. Initially portrayed as innocent and sheltered, she undergoes a transformation throughout the narrative. Laura’s encounter with death prompts her to question societal norms and develop empathy for others, challenging her previous perspectives and assumptions.Mrs. SheridanMrs. Sheridan is Laura’s mother, who is depicted as preoccupied with maintaining social appearances and traditions. Unlike her daughter, Mrs. Sheridan is initially indifferent to the suffering of the Scott family. However, she experiences a change of heart after witnessing Laura’s transformation.The Scott FamilyThe Scott family represents the working class in “The Garden Party.” Mrs. Scott, the grieving widow, and Mr. Scot t’s children serve as a contrast to the privileged Sheridan family. Their presence exposes Laura to the harsh realities of life and paves the way for her personal growth.Literary TechniquesSymbolismMansfield expertly uses symbolism throughout the story to convey deeper meanings. For example, the beautiful garden represents the idyllicupper-class lifestyle, while the cottages symbolize the harsh realities faced by the working class. Additionally, the offering of the leftover food to the Scott family symbolizes compassion and bridging the gap between social classes.ForeshadowingForeshadowing is employed by Mansfield to build suspense and add depth to the narrative. The mention of the mourning family at the beginning of the story foreshadows Laura’s encounter with death and sets the stage for her transformation. It also creates a sense of unease that lingers throughout the narrative.ContrastContrast is a significant literary technique used by Mansfield to highlight the social class divisions central to the story. The stark contrast between the extravagant garden party and the mourning happening nearby emphasizes the vast gap between the privileged upper class and the struggling working class.Conclusion“The Garden Party” is a poignant and thought-provoking short storythat explores themes of social class divisions, coming of age, empathy, and compassion. Through her skillful storytelling and effective use of literary techniques, Katherine Mansfield creates a narrative that challenges societal norms and encourages personal growth. The rich symbolism, foreshadowing, and contrast in the story make it a timeless piece of literature that continues to resonate with readers.。

大学英语专业经典名著The Garden Party英文读后感1000字

Laura’s growing up in conflict between life and death in The Garden Party In this story Laura is lively, kind and compassionate as the whole family is controlled by the parents. She is young and unworldly, and protected by her family in the paradise. The author, Katherine Mansfield, uses natural strokes to express a kind of plain and meaningful atmosphere,and which expresses the girl Laura's awakening from the perfect happiness of the garden party, realizing that life is not perfect, joy and sorrow, and life and death run through the whole life. Through the changes in the external environment, it reveals the development of her mental state. Experiencing the huge impact, she recognizes the essence of life and the hardships of life, and understood the charm and meaning of life.From the beginning, on the windless,warm day, The Sheridan' are occupied in preparing the next party. All of them are happily busy, excited and fervent. Dressing up themselves, they decorate the yard with radiant flowers, and prepare exquisite dessert. It seems warm and cheerful. Innocent Laura gains the chance to arrange all the affairs of the party as she is considered the artistic one. When she tries to say "Good morning", copying her mother's voice to look severe, the kindness of the workers affected that she was ashamed. These good guys make her want to know more about them. When Laura finds one fellow pinches a sprig of lavender to nose and snuff up the smell, she doubts previous value for the first time. She begins to suspect whether the influence from her mother is on earth right or wrong. "Why couldn't she has workmen for her friends rather than the silly boys she danced with ?" She even wants just like a work-girl. She realized that these absurd class distinctions should be looped up or left to hang. But she is just a lively little girl, lacking life experience. She is attracted to the roomful pleasure without much attention on the subject. With yummy cream puffs, Laura immersed herself in this beautiful fairyland. In her eyes, life should be like this: flowers everywhere, smiles everywhere.The sunny day, the lively atmosphere, and the radiant canna lilies all indicate Laura's longing for the upcoming party. She is full of expectation and enthusiasm for life. Why there are so many flowers? They not only contribute to the atmosphere, but also echo with Laura. Although the flowers warm everywhere at the blaze of lilies, although they are radiant, almost frighteningly alive on bright crimson stems, they will eventually wither. Just like the exciting afternoon, just like the vivacious Laura, they all have to change or end.The death of the poor carter, Scott, brings her back to the cruel reality. The pathetic man has left a wife and five little ones. Laura is shocked by the death. For the respect for the deceased, she hoped to stop the party." We can't possibly have a garden-party with a man dead just outside the front gate; they'd hear us; they're nearly neighbors!''But when she shows her idea to her sister, Jose just thinks she is so extravagant. Jose looks at her sentimental sister just as she used to when they werelittle and fighting together. Despite Laura repeats pleas, Jose takes the liberty of speculating that perhaps the man has been drunk before the accident. This made her dispirited at persuading her sister, and she turned to her mother for help. When Mrs.Sheridan learns that the death has nothing to do with the whole family, she immediately falls silent. Laura, Jose, Mrs.Sheridan,their different reactions to their neighbor's death represent two different worldviews. Laura thinks it will be difficult to hold the garden party when they have already learned of the death of her neighbor, because someone is crying and grieving in a corner not far away. Yet Jose and Mrs.Sheridan think it should not stop their joy. What follows, with its dreamlike white beginnings, is a black death--- physical and mental, the death of the driver, and the loss of bourgeois women's sympathy. The originally kind heart of Laura doesn't know where to go.There is something else needing our attention. To distract Laura's attention, her mother put the hat on her without any chances to react. This black hat trims with golden daisies, and a long black velvet ribbon. Seeing this charming girl in the mirror, never have Laura imagined she could look like that. Is mother right? "She thought. And now she hoped her mother was right. Just for a moment she had another glimpse of that poor woman and those little children, and the body being carried into the house. But it all seems blurred, unreal, like a picture in the newspaper. She decides to remember it again after the party's over for that seems quite the best plan. She is just an innocent girl, easily influenced by others. This beautiful hat used to be Mrs.Sheridan's. It's a symbol of adulthood. Claiming the hat is too young to fit her, Mrs.Sheridan has popped it on her before Laura could stop her. This action suggests the Laura is not a child any more. The black hat also symbolizes the indifference and selfishness of the bourgeoisie under wealth and pomp. It is used to hide the truth, is a form of decoration, and is a symbol of bourgeois values and traditions. A series of thoughts behind her mirror show her compromise with her authoritative mother. Such vacillation is also understandable, but also for the subsequent metamorphosis does a reasonable foreshadowing.When the party is over, Mrs.Sheridan sees what is left on the table and suddenly comes up with the idea of giving it to the wife of the dead man. Again, Laura thinks it's not advisable. Take scraps from their party. Would the poor woman really like that?" But she does that finally. The disgusting and sordid road makes her go through with a shudder. Laura is terribly nervous. Especially when she reached the door of the dead man's house, she was overwhelmed by the mournful atmosphere. Seeing the man's face looked like the calm expression of sleep, she seems to know a lot at once, but can't express it. He was given up to his dream. What does garden-parties and baskets and lace frocks matter to him? The man fars from all those things. While they are laughing and while the band is playing, this marvel has come to the lane. Happy...Happy...All is well, says that sleeping face. Laura totally regrets wearing the black hat trimmed with golden daisies. She gives a loud childish sob.Laura eventually walks out of the fantasy world of the garden party and stands at the door of the real world. The moment she sees the dead indicates the psychological growth. After experiencing the luxury of the garden party and the miserable life of herneighbors, it seems that she sees the end of life. The metamorphosis is painful, through indifference and neglect, but she is greeted by a beautiful mind after the pupa.。

garden party and other stories.读后感

读后感应由本人根据自身实际情况书写，以下仅供参考，请您根据自身实际情况撰写。

《Garden Party and Other Stories》是一本由Raymond Carver所著的短篇小说集。

这本书收录了作者在1978年至1981年间创作的17篇短篇小说，其中包括《Garden Party》、《What We Talk About When We Talk About Love》、《Cathedral》等经典作品。

在阅读这本书的过程中，我深深地被作者独特的叙事风格和深刻的人性洞察所吸引。

这些故事大多以普通人的日常生活为背景，通过细腻的描写和对话，展现了人性的复杂和多面。

其中，《Garden Party》是我最喜欢的一篇。

这篇小说讲述了一对年轻夫妇在周末去参加一个花园聚会的故事。

在聚会上，他们遇到了一个神秘的老妇人，她向他们讲述了一个关于她自己的故事。

这个故事不仅让这对夫妇重新审视了自己的人生和价值观，也引发了我对于人生意义和价值的思考。

作者在小说中通过对细节的描写和对人物心理的刻画，成功地营造了一种真实而深刻的氛围。

他的文字简练而富有力量，每一个字都有深刻的含义。

同时，他的故事情节也充满了戏剧性和冲突，让人在阅读的过程中始终保持紧张和期待。

除了《Garden Party》，书中的其他故事也都各有特色。

例如，《What We Talk About When We Talk About Love》讲述了一群人在谈论爱情时所谈论的内容，让我深刻地意识到了人与人之间的情感隔阂和沟通障碍；而《Cathedral》则讲述了一个男人和一个盲人之间的友谊，让我感受到了人性中的善良和美好。

总的来说，我非常喜欢《Garden Party and Other Stories》这本书。

它不仅让我深刻地认识到了人性的复杂和多面，也让我重新审视了自己的人生和价值观。

同时，这本书也让我更加欣赏了Raymond Carver这位作家的才华和魅力。

The Garden Party译本【范本模板】

花园茶会By凯瑟琳·曼斯菲尔德这真是个理想的天气.要是他们决定开花园茶会,那就不可能有比今天更完美的天气了.无风,温暖，万里无云。

就像偶尔在夏初的时候,只有蓝天被朦胧的浅金色烟霭笼罩。

园丁们黎明之时就已起身,修剪打理草坪，直到青青的草地和种着雏菊的深色平坦的玫瑰形花坛看起来都熠熠生辉。

至于玫瑰，你会情不自禁地觉得他们深谙只有玫瑰引人注目，只有玫瑰尽人皆知之道。

数百株的，确实是数百株玫瑰一夜之间破土而出，绿色的灌木丛被压得弯下了腰，仿佛是接受过天使的拜访。

在搭起帐篷前,早餐还没有结束。

“妈妈,您想把帐篷搭在哪儿？”“宝贝，问我也没用。

我打算今年把一切都放手给你们孩子做。

忘掉我是你们的妈妈，把我当成一位贵宾吧."但是玛格丽特恐怕不可能过去监督他们干活.她在早餐前洗了头发,包着绿头巾坐着享受她的咖啡，头巾在脸颊两边垂下暗湿的大卷。

乔斯，这只“蝴蝶“，总是穿着丝绸衬裙和和服式的晨衣外套下来.”看来只有你去了，劳拉，你是个有艺术天赋的人。

“劳拉翩然离去,手里还抓着她那片抹了黄油的面包。

能有个理由外出吃东西实在太棒了，并且她喜欢去安排事情，她总觉得自己能比任何人做的好得多。

四个穿衬衫的男人在花园小径上站在一起.他们搬着包裹了几卷帆布的板子,背后还挂着个大工具袋.看起来挺像回事儿。

劳拉多希望自己没拿黄油面包，但是现在没地儿放它,她又不可能把它给扔了。

在走向他们的时候她尴尬地脸红了，并且试图让自己显得很严肃甚至有点儿跟近视眼儿似的。

“早上好。

”她努力模仿着自己妈妈的声音.但是听起来非常做作，连她自己都不好意思了而且还结结巴巴像个小女孩儿。

“这个。

那个，你们来啦？是因为帐篷的事儿吗？”“是的，小姐。

”一个长着雀斑的瘦高个儿回答。

他挪了下自己的工具袋，向后敲了敲草帽，对劳拉笑着说：“是为了帐篷的事儿.”他的笑容如此惬意、友好,劳拉一下子就恢复了常态.他有一双多么迷人的眼睛，小小的，但是是那么深邃的蓝色.她再看看别人,他们也都在微笑。

The Garden Party课文翻译

The Garden Party这真是个理想的天气。

要是他们决定开花园茶会，那就不可能有比今天更完美的天气了。

无风，温暖，万里无云。

就像偶尔在夏初的时候，只有蓝天被朦胧的浅金色烟霭笼罩。

园丁们黎明之时就已起身，修剪打理草坪，直到青青的草地和种着雏菊的深色平坦的玫瑰形花坛看起来都熠熠生辉。

至于玫瑰，你会情不自禁地觉得他们深谙只有玫瑰引人注目，只有玫瑰尽人皆知之道。

数百株的，确实是数百株玫瑰一夜之间破土而出，绿色的灌木丛被压得弯下了腰，仿佛是接受过天使的拜访。

在搭起帐篷前，早餐还没有结束。

“妈妈，您想把帐篷搭在哪儿？”“宝贝，问我也没用。

我打算今年把一切都放手给你们孩子做。

忘掉我是你们的妈妈，把我当成一位贵宾吧。

”但是玛格丽特恐怕不可能过去监督他们干活。

她在早餐前洗了头发，包着绿头巾坐着享受她的咖啡，头巾在脸颊两边垂下暗湿的大卷。

乔斯，这只“蝴蝶“，总是穿着丝绸衬裙和和服式的晨衣外套下来。

”看来只有你去了，劳拉，你是个有艺术天赋的人。

“劳拉翩然离去，手里还抓着她那片抹了黄油的面包。

能有个理由外出吃东西实在太棒了，并且她喜欢去安排事情，她总觉得自己能比任何人做的好得多。

四个穿衬衫的男人在花园小径上站在一起。

他们搬着包裹了几卷帆布的板子，背后还挂着个大工具袋。

看起来挺像回事儿。

劳拉多希望自己没拿黄油面包，但是现在没地儿放它，她又不可能把它给扔了。

在走向他们的时候她尴尬地脸红了，并且试图让自己显得很严肃甚至有点儿跟近视眼儿似的。

“早上好。

”她努力模仿着自己妈妈的声音。

但是听起来非常做作，连她自己都不好意思了而且还结结巴巴像个小女孩儿。

“这个。

那个，你们来啦？是因为帐篷的事儿吗？”“是的，小姐。

”一个长着雀斑的瘦高个儿回答。

他挪了下自己的工具袋，向后敲了敲草帽，对劳拉笑着说：“是为了帐篷的事儿。

”他的笑容如此惬意、友好，劳拉一下子就恢复了常态。

他有一双多么迷人的眼睛，小小的，但是是那么深邃的蓝色。

她再看看别人，他们也都在微笑。

The Garden Party

THE GARDEN-PARTYBy Katherine Mansfield1.AND after all the weather was ideal. They could not have had a more perfect day for agarden-party if they had ordered it. Windless, warm, the sky without a cloud. Only the blue was veiled with a haze of light gold, as it is sometimes in early summer. The gardener had been up since dawn, mowing the lawns and sweeping them, until the grass and the dark flat rosettes where the daisy plants had been seemed to shine. As for the roses, you could not help feeling they understood that roses are the only flowers that impress people at garden-parties; the only flowers that everybody is certain of knowing. Hundreds, yes, literally hundreds, had come out in a single night; the green bushes bowed down as though they had been visited by archangels.2.Breakfast was not yet over before the men came to put up the marquee.3."Where do you want the marquee put, mother?"4."My dear child, it's no use asking me. I'm determined to leave everything to you childrenthis year. Forget I am your mother. Treat me as an honoured guest."5.But Meg could not possibly go and supervise the men. She had washed her hair beforebreakfast, and she sat drinking her coffee in a green turban, with a dark wet curl stamped on each cheek. Jose, the butterfly, always came down in a silk petticoat and a kimono jacket.6."You'll have to go, Laura; you're the artistic one."7.Away Laura flew, still holding her piece of bread-and-butter. It's so delicious to have anexcuse for eating out of doors, and besides, she loved having to arrange things; she always felt she could do it so much better than anybody else.8.Four men in their shirt-sleeves stood grouped together on the garden path. They carriedstaves covered with rolls of canvas, and they had big tool-bags slung on their backs. They looked impressive. Laura wished now that she was not holding that piece of bread-and-butter, but there was nowhere to put it, and she couldn't possibly throw it away.She blushed and tried to look severe and even a little bit short-sighted as she came up to them.9."Good morning," she said, copying her mother's voice. But that sounded so fearfullyaffected that she was ashamed, and stammered like a little girl, "Oh–er–have you come–is it about the marquee?"10."That's right, miss," said the tallest of the men, a lanky, freckled fellow, and he shifted histool-bag, knocked back his straw hat and smiled down at her. "That's about it."11.His smile was so easy, so friendly, that Laura recovered. What nice eyes he had, small, butsuch a dark blue! And now she looked at the others, they were smiling too. "Cheer up, we won't bite," their smile seemed to say. How very nice workmen were! And what a beautiful morning! She mustn't mention the morning; she must be business-like. The marquee.12."Well, what about the lily-lawn? Would that do?"13.And she pointed to the lily-lawn with the hand that didn't hold the bread-and-butter. Theyturned, they stared in the direction. A little fat chap thrust out his under-lip, and the tall fellow frowned.14."I don't fancy it," said he. "Not conspicuous enough. You see, with a thing like a marquee,"and he turned to Laura in his easy way, "you want to put it somewhere where it'll give youa bang slap in the eye, if you follow me."ura's upbringing made her wonder for a moment whether it was quite respectful of aworkman to talk to her of bangs slap in the eye. But she did quite follow him.16."A corner of the tennis-court," she suggested. "But the band's going to be in one corner."17."H'm, going to have a band, are you?" said another of the workmen. He was pale. He had ahaggard look as his dark eyes scanned the tennis-court. What was he thinking? 18."Only a very small band," said Laura gently. Perhaps he wouldn't mind so much if the bandwas quite small. But the tall fellow interrupted.19."Look here, miss, that's the place. Against those trees. Over there. That'll do fine."20.Against the karakas. Then the karaka-trees would be hidden. And they were so lovely, withtheir broad, gleaming leaves, and their clusters of yellow fruit. They were like trees you imagined growing on a desert island, proud, solitary, lifting their leaves and fruits to the sun in a kind of silent splendour. Must they be hidden by a marquee?21.They must. Already the men had shouldered their staves and were making for the place.Only the tall fellow was left. He bent down, pinched a sprig of lavender, put his thumb and forefinger to his nose and snuffed up the smell. When Laura saw that gesture she forgot all about the karakas in her wonder at him caring for things like that–caring for the smell of lavender. How many men that she knew would have done such a thing? Oh, how extraordinarily nice workmen were, she thought. Why couldn't she have workmen for her friends rather than the silly boys she danced with and who came to Sunday night supper?She would get on much better with men like these.22.It's all the fault, she decided, as the tall fellow drew something on the back of an envelope,something that was to be looped up or left to hang, of these absurd class distinctions. Well, for her part, she didn't feel them. Not a bit, not an atom. . . . And now there came the chock-chock of wooden hammers. Someone whistled, someone sang out, "Are you right there, matey?" "Matey!" The friendliness of it, the–the–Just to prove how happy she was, just to show the tall fellow how at home she felt, and how she despised stupid conventions, Laura took a big bite of her bread-and-butter as she stared at the little drawing. She felt just like a work-girl.23."Laura, Laura, where are you? Telephone, Laura!" a voice cried from the house.24."Coming!" Away she skimmed, over the lawn, up the path, up the steps, across the veranda,and into the porch. In the hall her father and Laurie were brushing their hats ready to go to the office.25."I say, Laura," said Laurie very fast, "you might just give a squiz at my coat before thisafternoon. See if it wants pressing."26."I will," said she. Suddenly she couldn't stop herself. She ran at Laurie and gave him asmall, quick squeeze. "Oh, I do love parties, don't you?" gasped Laura.27."Ra-ther," said Laurie's warm, boyish voice, and he squeezed his sister too, and gave her agentle push. "Dash off to the telephone, old girl."28.The telephone. "Yes, yes; oh yes. Kitty? Good morning, dear. Come to lunch? Do, dear.Delighted of course. It will only be a very scratch meal–just the sandwich crusts and broken meringue-shells and what's left over. Yes, isn't it a perfect morning? Your white?Oh, I certainly should. One moment–hold the line. Mother's calling." And Laura sat back."What, mother? Can't hear."29.Mrs. Sheridan's voice floated down the stairs. "Tell her to wear that sweet hat she had onlast Sunday."30."Mother says you're to wear that sweet hat you had on last Sunday. Good. One o'clock.Bye-bye."ura put back the receiver, flung her arms over her head, took a deep breath, stretched andlet them fall. "Huh," she sighed, and the moment after the sigh she sat up quickly. She was still, listening. All the doors in the house seemed to be open. The house was alive with soft,quick steps and running voices. The green baize door that led to the kitchen regions swung open and shut with a muffled thud. And now there came a long, chuckling absurd sound. It was the heavy piano being moved on its stiff castors. But the air! If you stopped to notice, was the air always like this? Little faint winds were playing chase in at the tops of the windows, out at the doors. And there were two tiny spots of sun, one on the inkpot, one ona silver photograph frame, playing too. Darling little spots. Especially the one on theinkpot lid. It was quite warm. A warm little silver star. She could have kissed it.32.The front door bell pealed, and there sounded the rustle of Sadie's print skirt on the stairs.A man's voice murmured; Sadie answered, careless, "I'm sure I don't know. Wait. I'll askMrs Sheridan."33."What is it, Sadie?" Laura came into the hall.34."It's the florist, Miss Laura."35.It was, indeed. There, just inside the door, stood a wide, shallow tray full of pots of pinklilies. No other kind. Nothing but lilies–canna lilies, big pink flowers, wide open, radiant, almost frighteningly alive on bright crimson stems.36."O-oh, Sadie!" said Laura, and the sound was like a little moan. She crouched down as if towarm herself at that blaze of lilies; she felt they were in her fingers, on her lips, growing in her breast.37."It's some mistake," she said faintly. "Nobody ever ordered so many. Sadie, go and findmother."38.But at that moment Mrs. Sheridan joined them.39."It's quite right," she said calmly. "Yes, I ordered them. Aren't they lovely?" She pressedLaura's arm. "I was passing the shop yesterday, and I saw them in the window. And I suddenly thought for once in my life I shall have enough canna lilies. The garden-party will be a good excuse."40."But I thought you said you didn't mean to interfere," said Laura. Sadie had gone. Theflorist's man was still outside at his van. She put her arm round her mother's neck and gently, very gently, she bit her mother's ear.41."My darling child, you wouldn't like a logical mother, would you? Don't do that. Here's theman."42.He carried more lilies still, another whole tray.43."Bank them up, just inside the door, on both sides of the porch, please," said Mrs. Sheridan."Don't you agree, Laura?"44."Oh, I do, mother."45.In the drawing-room Meg, Jose and good little Hans had at last succeeded in moving thepiano.46."Now, if we put this chesterfield against the wall and move everything out of the roomexcept the chairs, don't you think?"47."Quite."48."Hans, move these tables into the smoking-room, and bring a sweeper to take these marksoff the carpet and–one moment, Hans–" Jose loved giving orders to the servants, and they loved obeying her. She always made them feel they were taking part in some drama. "Tell mother and Miss Laura to come here at once.49."Very good, Miss Jose."50.She turned to Meg. "I want to hear what the piano sounds like, just in case I'm asked tosing this afternoon. Let's try over 'This life is Weary.'"51.Pom! Ta-ta-ta Tee -ta! The piano burst out so passionately that Jose's face changed. Sheclasped her hands. She looked mournfully and enigmatically at her mother and Laura as they came in.52.This Life is Wee -ary,A Tear–a Sigh.A Love that Chan -ges,This Life is Wee -ary,A Tear–a Sigh.A Love that Chan -ges,And then . . . Good-bye!53.But at the word "Good-bye," and although the piano sounded more desperate than ever, herface broke into a brilliant, dreadfully unsympathetic smile.54."Aren't I in good voice, mummy?" she beamed.55.This Life is Wee -ary,Hope comes to Die.A Dream–a Wa -kening.56.But now Sadie interrupted them. "What is it, Sadie?"57."If you please, m'm, cook says have you got the flags for the sandwiches?"58."The flags for the sandwiches, Sadie?" echoed Mrs. Sheridan dreamily. And the childrenknew by her face that she hadn't got them. "Let me see." And she said to Sadie firmly, "Tell cook I'll let her have them in ten minutes.59.Sadie went.60."Now, Laura," said her mother quickly, "come with me into the smoking-room. I've got thenames somewhere on the back of an envelope. You'll have to write them out for me. Meg, go upstairs this minute and take that wet thing off your head. Jose, run and finish dressing this instant. Do you hear me, children, or shall I have to tell your father when he comes home tonight? And–and, Jose, pacify cook if you do go into the kitchen, will you? I'm terrified of her this morning."61.The envelope was found at last behind the dining-room clock, though how it had got thereMrs. Sheridan could not imagine.62."One of you children must have stolen it out of my bag, because I remember vividly–creamcheese and lemon-curd. Have you done that?"63."Yes."64."Egg and–" Mrs. Sheridan held the envelope away from her. "It looks like mice. It can't bemice, can it?"65."Olive, pet," said Laura, looking over her shoulder.66."Yes, of course, olive. What a horrible combination it sounds. Egg and olive."67.They were finished at last, and Laura took them off to the kitchen. She found Jose therepacifying the cook, who did not look at all terrifying.68."I have never seen such exquisite sandwiches," said Jose's rapturous voice. "How manykinds did you say there were, cook? Fifteen?"69."Fifteen, Miss Jose."70."Well, cook, I congratulate you."71.Cook swept up crusts with the long sandwich knife and smiled broadly.72."Godber's has come," announced Sadie, issuing out of the pantry. She had seen the manpass the window.73.That meant the cream puffs had come. Godber's were famous for their cream puffs.Nobody ever thought of making them at home.74."Bring them in and put them on the table, my girl," ordered cook.75.Sadie brought them in and went back to the door. Of course Laura and Jose were far toogrown-up to really care about such things. All the same, they couldn't help agreeing that the puffs looked very attractive. Very. Cook began arranging them, shaking off the extra icing sugar.76."Don't they carry one back to all one's parties?" said Laura.77."I suppose they do," said practical Jose, who never liked to be carried back. "They lookbeautifully light and feathery, I must say."78."Have one each, my dears," said cook in her comfortable voice. "Yer ma won't know."79.Oh, impossible. Fancy cream puffs so soon after breakfast. The very idea made oneshudder. All the same, two minutes later Jose and Laura were licking their fingers with that absorbed inward look that only comes from whipped cream.80."Let's go into the garden, out by the back way," suggested Laura. "I want to see how themen are getting on with the marquee. They're such awfully nice men."81.But the back door was blocked by cook, Sadie, Godber's man and Hans.82.Something had happened.83."Tuk-tuk-tuk," clucked cook like an agitated hen. Sadie had her hand clapped to her cheekas though she had toothache. Hans's face was screwed up in the effort to understand. Only Godber's man seemed to be enjoying himself; it was his story.84."What's the matter? What's happened?"85."There's been a horrible accident," said Cook. "A man killed."86."A man killed! Where? How? When?"87.But Godber's man wasn't going to have his story snatched from under his nose.88."Know those little cottages just below here, miss?" Know them? Of course, she knew them."Well, there's a young chap living there, name of Scott, a carter. His horse shied at a traction-engine, corner of Hawke Street this morning, and he was thrown out on the back of his head. Killed."89."Dead!" Laura stared at Godber's man.90."Dead when they picked him up," said Godber's man with relish. "They were taking thebody home as I come up here." And he said to the cook, "He's left a wife and five little ones."91."Jose, come here." Laura caught hold of her sister's sleeve and dragged her through thekitchen to the other side of the green baize door. There she paused and leaned against it."Jose!" she said, horrified, "however are we going to stop everything?"92."Stop everything, Laura!" cried Jose in astonishment. "What do you mean?"93."Stop the garden-party, of course." Why did Jose pretend?94.But Jose was still more amazed. "Stop the garden-party? My dear Laura, don't be so absurd.Of course we can't do anything of the kind. Nobody expects us to. Don't be so extravagant."95."But we can't possibly have a garden-party with a man dead just outside the front gate."96.That really was extravagant, for the little cottages were in a lane to themselves at the verybottom of a steep rise that led up to the house. A broad road ran between. True, they were far too near. They were the greatest possible eyesore, and they had no right to be in that neighborhood at all. They were little mean dwellings painted a chocolate brown. In the garden patches there was nothing but cabbage stalks, sick hens and tomato cans. The very smoke coming out of their chimneys was poverty-stricken. Little rags and shreds of smoke, so unlike the great silvery plumes that uncurled from the Sheridans' chimneys.Washerwomen lived in the lane and sweeps and a cobbler, and a man whose house-frontwas studded all over with minute bird-cages. Children swarmed. When the Sheridans were little they were forbidden to set foot there because of the revolting language and of what they might catch. But since they were grown up, Laura and Laurie on their prowls sometimes walked through. It was disgusting and sordid. They came out with a shudder.But still one must go everywhere; one must see everything. So through they went.97."And just think of what the band would sound like to that poor woman," said Laura.98."Oh, Laura!" Jose began to be seriously annoyed. "If you're going to stop a band playingevery time someone has an accident, you'll lead a very strenuous life. I'm every bit as sorry about it as you. I feel just as sympathetic." Her eyes hardened. She looked at her sister just as she used to when they were little and fighting together. "You won't bring a drunken workman back to life by being sentimental," she said softly.99."Drunk! Who said he was drunk?" Laura turned furiously on Jose. She said just as they hadused to say on those occasions, "I'm going straight up to tell mother."100."Do, dear," cooed Jose.101."Mother, can I come into your room?" Laura turned the big glass door-knob. 102."Of course, child. Why, what's the matter? What's given you such a colour?" And Mrs.Sheridan turned round from her dressing-table. She was trying on a new hat. 103."Mother, a man's been killed," began Laura.104."Not in the garden?" interrupted her mother.105."No, no!"106."Oh, what a fright you gave me!" Mrs. Sheridan sighed with relief, and took off the big hat and held it on her knees.107."But listen, mother," said Laura. Breathless, half-choking, she told the dreadful story."Of course, we can't have our party, can we?" she pleaded. "The band and everybody arriving. They'd hear us, mother; they're nearly neighbors!"108.To Laura's astonishment her mother behaved just like Jose; it was harder to bear because she seemed amused. She refused to take Laura seriously.109."But, dear child, use your common sense. It's only by accident we've heard of it. If someone had died there normally–and I can't understand how they keep alive in those poky little holes-we should still be having our party, shouldn't we?"ura had to say "yes" to that, but she felt it was all wrong. She sat down on her mother's sofa and pinched the cushion frill.111."Mother, isn't it terribly heartless of us?" she asked.112."Darling!" Mrs. Sheridan got up and came over to her, carrying the hat. Before Laura could stop her she had popped it on. "My child!" said her mother, "the hat is yours. It's made for you. It's much too young for me. I have never seen you look such a picture. Look at yourself!" And she held up her hand-mirror.113."But, mother," Laura began again. She couldn't look at herself; she turned aside. 114.This time Mrs. Sheridan lost patience just as Jose had done.115."You are being very absurd, Laura," she said coldly. "People like that don't expect sacrifices from us. And it's not very sympathetic to spoil everybody's enjoyment as you're doing now."116."I don't understand," said Laura, and she walked quickly out of the room into her own bedroom. There, quite by chance, the first thing she saw was this charming girl in the mirror, in her black hat trimmed with gold daisies, and a long black velvet ribbon. Never had she imagined she could look like that. Is mother right? She thought. And now she hoped her mother was right. Am I being extravagant? Perhaps it was extravagant. Just fora moment she had another glimpse of that poor woman and those little children, and thebody being carried into the house. But it all seemed blurred, unreal, like a picture in the newspaper. I'll remember it again after the party's over, she decided. And somehow that seemed quite the best plan. . . .117.Lunch was over by half-past one. By half-past two they were all ready for the fray.The green-coated band had arrived and was established in a corner of the tennis-court. 118."My dear!" trilled Kitty Maitland, "aren't they too like frogs for words? You ought to have arranged them round the pond with the conductor in the middle on a leaf."urie arrived and hailed them on his way to dress. At the sight of him Laura remembered the accident again. She wanted to tell him. If Laurie agreed with the others, then it was bound to be all right. And she followed him into the hall.120."Laurie!"121."Hallo!" he was half-way upstairs, but when he turned round and saw Laura he suddenly puffed out his cheeks and goggled his eyes at her. "My word, Laura! You do look stunning," said Laurie. "What an absolutely topping hat!"ura said faintly "Is it?" and smiled up at Laurie, and didn't tell him after all.123.Soon after that people began coming in streams. The band struck up; the hired waiters ran from the house to the marquee. Wherever you looked there were couples strolling, bending to the flowers, greeting, moving on over the lawn. They were like bright birds that had alighted in the Sheridans' garden for this one afternoon, on their way to–where? Ah, what happiness it is to be with people who all are happy, to press hands, press cheeks, smile into eyes.124."Darling Laura, how well you look!"125."What a becoming hat, child!"126."Laura, you look quite Spanish. I've never seen you look so striking."127.And Laura, glowing, answered softly, "Have you had tea? Won't you have an ice? The passion-fruit ices really are rather special." She ran to her father and begged him. "Daddy darling, can't the band have something to drink?"128.And the perfect afternoon slowly ripened, slowly faded, slowly its petals closed. 129."Never a more delightful garden-party . . . " "The greatest success . . . " "Quite the most . . . "ura helped her mother with the good-byes. They stood side by side in the porch till it was all over.131."All over, all over, thank heaven," said Mrs. Sheridan. "Round up the others, Laura.Let's go and have some fresh coffee. I'm exhausted. Yes, it's been very successful. But oh, these parties, these parties! Why will you children insist on giving parties!" And they all of them sat down in the deserted marquee.132."Have a sandwich, daddy dear. I wrote the flag."133."Thanks." Mr. Sheridan took a bite and the sandwich was gone. He took another. "I suppose you didn't hear of a beastly accident that happened today?" he said.134."My dear," said Mrs. Sheridan, holding up her hand, "we did. It nearly ruined the party.Laura insisted we should put it off."135."Oh, mother!" Laura didn't want to be teased about it.136."It was a horrible affair all the same," said Mr. Sheridan. "The chap was married too.Lived just below in the lane, and leaves a wife and half a dozen kiddies, so they say." 137.An awkward little silence fell. Mrs. Sheridan fidgeted with her cup. Really, it was very tactless of father. . . .138.Suddenly she looked up. There on the table were all those sandwiches, cakes, puffs, all un-eaten, all going to be wasted. She had one of her brilliant ideas.139."I know," she said. "Let's make up a basket. Let's send that poor creature some of this perfectly good food. At any rate, it will be the greatest treat for the children. Don't you agree? And she's sure to have neighbours calling in and so on. What a point to have it all ready prepared. Laura!" She jumped up. "Get me the big basket out of the stairs cupboard."140."But, mother, do you really think it's a good idea?" said Laura.141.Again, how curious, she seemed to be different from them all. To take scraps from their party. Would the poor woman really like that?142."Of course! What's the matter with you today? An hour or two ago you were insisting on us being sympathetic, and now–"143.Oh well! Laura ran for the basket. It was filled, it was heaped by her mother. 144."Take it yourself, darling," said she. "Run down just as you are. No, wait, take the arum lilies too. People of that class are so impressed by arum lilies."145."The stems will ruin her lace frock," said practical Jose.146.So they would. Just in time. "Only the basket, then. And, Laura!"–her mother followed her out of the marquee–"don't on any account–"147."What mother?"148.No, better not put such ideas into the child's head! "Nothing! Run along."149.It was just growing dusky as Laura shut their garden gates. A big dog ran by like a shadow. The road gleamed white, and down below in the hollow the little cottages were in deep shade. How quiet it seemed after the afternoon. Here she was going down the hill to somewhere where a man lay dead, and she couldn't realize it. Why couldn't she? She stopped a minute. And it seemed to her that kisses, voices, tinkling spoons, laughter, the smell of crushed grass were somehow inside her. She had no room for anything else. How strange! She looked up at the pale sky, and all she thought was, "Yes, it was the most successful party."150.Now the broad road was crossed. The lane began, smoky and dark. Women in shawls and men's tweed caps hurried by. Men hung over the palings; the children played in the doorways. A low hum came from the mean little cottages. In some of them there was a flicker of light, and a shadow, crab-like, moved across the window. Laura bent her head and hurried on. She wished now she had put on a coat. How her frock shone! And the big hat with the velvet streamer–if only it was another hat! Were the people looking at her?They must be. It was a mistake to have come; she knew all along it was a mistake. Should she go back even now?151.No, too late. This was the house. It must be. A dark knot of people stood outside.Beside the gate an old, old woman with a crutch sat in a chair, watching. She had her feet on a newspaper. The voices stopped as Laura drew near. The group parted. It was as though she was expected, as though they had known she was coming here.ura was terribly nervous. Tossing the velvet ribbon over her shoulder, she said to a woman standing by, "Is this Mrs. Scott's house?" and the woman, smiling queerly, said, "It is, my lass."153.Oh, to be away from this! She actually said, "Help me, God," as she walked up the tiny path and knocked. To be away from those staring eyes, or be covered up in anything, one of those women's shawls even. I'll just leave the basket and go, she decided. I shan't even wait for it to be emptied.154.Then the door opened. A little woman in black showed in the gloom.ura said, "Are you Mrs. Scott?" But to her horror the woman answered, "Walk in, please, miss," and she was shut in the passage.。

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2) the karakas vs. the marquee? 树象征着华丽的贵族生活，帐篷象征着朴实的工人阶级生活， Laura对于二者哪个应该被hidden的纠结象征了她所做的思想斗争，最后她选择了帐篷，代表她摒弃了原有的贵族等级中象征手法的探讨：突出主旨 1）the bread-and-butter Para 7 Away Laura flew, still holding her piece.... 本性自由 para 8 wished now that she had not got the....在工人面前，她所受的教养使得她觉得有所不妥, not graceful, not severe para 13 ...with the hand that didn't hold the.....她所受的教养 para 19 took a big bite of her...完全抛去了贵族教养礼仪，融入了工人
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本性天真，向往自由生活 so delicious to have an excuse for.., loved...,still holding... 初见工人的害羞，掩饰本性, 故作严肃 blushed, tried to look severe, even..., copy....ashamed, stammered 第一次挣扎：工人的友好，让她想放下贵族的架子 recovered, but musn't mention.....must be business-like 第二次挣扎：帐篷放在哪里？ wonder for a moment but did quite follow him 第三次挣扎：树与帐篷的选择？设问： Must be...? they must. 坚定，顿悟 absurd, despise, stupid

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