趣味英语故事13

At the Waxworks Exhibition

在蜡像馆

One rainy Saturday afternoon, Nancy and Smith were wondering what to do, when suddenly Smith had an idea.

“I know,”he said enthusiastically,“I'll take you to a place my father used to take me to when I was a boy. No,

d on't ask questions; just get your umbrella and get into th

e car.”

Half an hour later they stopped outside a large building and Nancy laughed.

“Oh, it's the waxworks exhibition. Do you know, I've never been here before?”

And Smith said,“Oh, we used to come here often when I was little. There used to be a lot of famous people inside, all made of wax, but I suppose they've changed most of them now.”

While Smith was buying the tickets at the pay-desk, Nancy looked round.

“Did your mother use to come too?”she asked.

“Not very often.”Smith told her.“She used to stay at home and look after babies. Come on, up these stairs.”

At the top of the stairs stood an attendant, holding some catalogues. Nancy went up to her, openingher handbag, while Smith watched her.

“How much are the catalogues, please?”Nancy asked; but the girl didn't answer. And she didn't realize that she had been talking to a waxwork until she heard Smith laughing behind her.