Dream of the Future-未来的梦想

DreamoftheFuture|未来的梦想“Wherearethosegirlsgoing?”hethought.Eachworealargehat,eachhadabagoverhershoulder,andeachcarriedastickinherhand.Meghadacushion,Joabook,Bethabasket,andAmyherdrawingmaterials.Theywalkedonebehindtheother,throughthegardengate,goingdowntheroadandbegantoclimbahillleadingtothewoodonthetop.“Well!Fancy2goingofflikethatandnotaskingme!”Lauriedecidedtofollowthemandseewhatitallmeant.Bythetimehewasreadytogo,thegirlscouldnotbeseen,butatlasthecameuponthemseatedonthegroundundersometrees.Lauriestoodunnoticedbehindatreewatchingthem.Itwasaprettypicture.Megwassewing,Bethplayingwithherdolls,Amywasdrawing,andJowasmakingsomesocksasshereadaloud.Theboywhowatchedfeltthatheshouldnothavecomeandoughttogoaway.Buthewaslonelyandstayed.PresentlyBethlookedup,sawLaurieandsmiled.“MayIcomein,please,orshallIbeanuisance3?”heasked.Josaid,“Ofcourseyoumay.Weshouldhaveaskedyoubefore,onlywethoughtyouwouldn’tcareforsuchagirls’gameasthis.Yousee,weusedtoplayatPilgrim’s4Progress,andthissummerwedeicedtogoonwithitintheopenair.Aspartofthegamewewearoldhats,andusedthestickstohelpusclimbthehill.”“Well,”saidMeg,“asitisagainstourrulesforanybodytobeidle5here,youtakethebookandfinishreadingthestorywhileJogoesonwithhersocks.”“Yes,Ma’am,”repliedLaurie.“I’lldoanythingifyou’llletmestayabit,forit’sdullasadesertdowntherealone.”Thestorywasnotalongone,and,whenitwasfinished,theysatforatimetalkingofallthethingseachwantedtodointhefuture.“Wouldn’titbefunifallthethingswedreamofdoingcouldcometrue?”saidJo.“Letuseachtellwhatwewouldmostliketodo.Whataboutyou,Laurie?”“IfItellyou,willyoutellme?”“Yes,iftheotherswilltoo.”“Wewill.Nowbegin,Laurie.”“Well,”saidLaurie,“Ishouldliketotravel.ThenafterIhadseenasmuchoftheworldasIwantedto,Iwouldliveinthiscountryandbecomeafamousmusician.Ineverwanttobetroubledaboutmoneyorbusiness,butjusttoenjoymyself.That’smyfavoritedream.Whatisyours,Meg?”Megthoughtforamomentbeforesaying,“Ishouldlikealovelyhouse,fullofbeautifulthings,nicefood,prettyclothes,pleasantpeople.Iamtobemistressofthehouse,haveplentyofmoneyandservants,sothatIneedneverworkabit.HowIshouldenjoyit!Iwoulddogoodthough,andmakeeverybodyloveme.”“Wouldn’tyouhaveamasterinyourhouse?”askedLaurie,withasmile.“Isaid‘pleasantpeople’,”andMegbenttofastenhershoeasshespoke,sothatherfacecouldnotbeseen.“Whydon’tyousayyou’dhaveasplendidwisehusbandandsomelittlechildren?Youknowyourdreamhousewouldn’tbeperfectwithout,”saidJo.“Youwouldhavenothingbuthorses,pensandinkandbooksinyours，”answeredMeg.“Yes,that’squitetrue.I’dhavelotsofArabianhorsesandroomfullofbooks,andwriteamagicpensothatmyworkswouldbeasfamousasLaurie’smusic.Iwanttodosomethingsplendid,somethingwonderfulthatwon’tbeforgottenafterIamdead.Idon’tknowwhatitwillbe,butImeantoastonishyouallsomeday.IthinkIshallwritebooks,andgetrichandfamous.Thatismyfavouritedream.”“MineistostayathomesafewithFatherandMother,andhelptakecareofthefamily,”saidBethcontentedly.“Don’tyouwishforanythingelse?”askedLaurie.“SinceIhavemypiano,Iamperfectlysatisfied.Ionlywishwemayallkeepwellandbetogether.Nothingelse.”“Ihavesomanywishes,”saidAmy,“butmypetoneistobeanartist,togotoRometopaintfinepictures,andtobethebestartistinthewholeworld.”“Wedowantalot,don’twe?”saidLaurie.“ExceptBeth,weallwanttoberichandfamous.Iwonderifanyofuswillgetourwishes.”“Well,ifweareallaliveintenyears’time,let’smeetandseehowmuchnearerwearethannow,”saidJo,alwaysreadywithaplan.“Howveryoldweshallallbethen?”exclaimedMeg.“Ishallbetwenty-seven.”“YouandIwillbetwenty-six,Laurie,Bethtwenty-three,andAmytwenty-two.Whatanancientparty!”saidJo.“IhopeIshallhavedonesomethingtobeproudofbythattime,JobutIamsolazy,”saidLaurie.“Mothersaysyouneedsomethingtoworkfor,and,whenyouhaveit,sheissureyouwillworksplendidly.”“Doesshereally?IwillifIgetthechance,”criedLaurie.“Idotrytopleasemygrandfather,buthewantsmetobeamerchant,ashewas.Ihateallthethingshisoldshipsbring,anddon’tcarehowsoontheygotothebottom6whenIownthem.ButI’vegottodoashedid,unlessIbreakawaylikemyfather.Iftherewasanybodylefttostaywiththeoldgentleman,I’drunawaytomorrow.”“Iadviseyoutosailawayinoneofyourships,andnevercomehomeagaintillyouhavetriedyourownway,”saidJo.“That’snotright,Jo.Youmustn’ttalkinthatway,andLauriemustn’ttakeyourbadadvice,”saidMeg.Butthetalkwasstoppedbythesoundofadistantbell,andtheyknewtheywouldhavetohurrytogethomeintimeforsupper.“MayIcomeagain,please?”askedLaurie,astheyallstoppedtosaygood-night.“Yes,ifyouaregoodandalwaysdoyourduty,asboysinthelessonbooksaretoldtodo,”saidMeg,smiling.“I’lltry.”“Thenyoumaycome,andI’llteachyoutomakesocks.Everybodywantsthemjustnow,”addedJo,wavinghersastheypartedatthegates.劳里有一些英国朋友，有男有女，他们夏天前来拜访。而马奇家也应邀参加了许多次沿河漫步。可是现在已经九月，劳里又孤单一人了。有一次劳里躺在自家花园，看到她们姐妹们正要出去散步。“她们要到哪儿去呢？”他想。她们每人头戴一顶大大的帽子，肩上扛着一个布袋，手里还拿着一根小棍。梅格拿着一个坐垫，乔拿着一本书，贝丝拿着一个篮子，艾米拿着绘画材料。她们一个接一个穿过花园门口，走下小径，开始攀登一座小山，山顶上有片树林。“好啊！想这样出去玩不叫上我！”劳里决定跟着她们，一探究竟。当他准备出发时，女孩们已经不见踪影。但最后他发现她们坐在树下的草地上。劳里躲在一棵树后看着她们。这真是一幅美丽的图画：梅格在做针线活儿，贝丝在玩她的洋娃娃，艾米在画画，乔则一边朗诵一边织袜子。这个正在窥视的男孩觉得自己不该来，该离开了。可他很孤独，迈不开脚。过了不久，贝丝抬起头，看见了劳里，微笑着朝他打招呼。“请问，我可以加入吗？还是我会打扰你们？”他问。乔说：“你当然可以加入。我们应该提前叫上你的，我们只是觉得你不会喜欢这种女孩们的游戏。你看，我们从前经常玩‘天路历程’的游戏