THE STORY-TELLER

(the beginning of the story is on p. 29)

" Once upon a time, " began the bachelor, " there was a little girl called Ber­tha, who was extraordinarily good."

The children's interest began at once to vanish; all stories seemed dread­fully alike, no matter who told them.

" She did all that she was told, she was always truthful, she kept her clothes clean, ate milk puddings as though they were jam tarts, learned her lessons per­fectly, and was polite in her manners."

" Was she pretty? " asked the bigger of the small girls.

" Not as pretty as any of you, " said the bachelor, " but she was horribly good."

There was a wave of reaction in favour of the story; the word 'horrible' in connection with goodness was a novelty. It seemed to introduce a ring of truth that was absent from the aunt's tales.

" She was so good, " continued the bachelor, " that she won several medals for goodness, which she always wore, pinned on to her dress. There was a medal for obedience, another medal for punctuality, and a third for good behaviour. They were large metal medals and they clicked against one another as she walked. No other child in the town where she lived had as many as three medals, so everybody knew that she must be an extra good child."

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" Horribly good, " quoted Cyril.

" Everybody talked about her goodness, and the Prince of the country got to hear about it, and he said that as she was so very good she might be allowed once a week to walk in his park, which was just outside the town. It was a beau­tiful park, and no children were ever allowed in it, so it was a great honour for Bertha to be allowed to go there."

" Were there any sheep in the park? " demanded Cyril.

" No, " said the bachelor, " there were no sheep."

" Why weren't there any sheep? " came the inevitable question arising out of that answer.

The aunt permitted herself a smile, which might almost have been de­scribed as a grin.

" There were no sheep in the park" said the bachelor, " because the Prince's mother had once had a dream that her son would either be killed by a sheep or else by a clock falling on him. For that reason the Prince never kept a sheep in his park or a clock in his palace." The aunt suppressed a gasp of admiration.

" Was the Prince killed by a sheep or by a clock? " asked Cyril.

" He is still alive, so we can't tell whether the dream will come true, " said the bachelor; " anyway, there were no sheep in the park, but there were lots of little pigs running all over the place."

" What colour were they? "

" Black with white faces, white with black spots, black all over, grey with white patches, and some were white all over."

The story-teller paused to let a full idea of the park's treasures sink into the children's imaginations; then he went on:

" Bertha was rather sorry to find that there were no flowers in the park. She had promised her aunts, with tears in her eyes, that she would not pick any of the Prince's flowers, and she had meant to keep her promise, so of course it made her feel silly to find that there were no flowers to pick."

" Why weren 't there any flowers? "

" Because the pigs had eaten them all, " said the bachelor promptly. " The gardeners had told the Prince that you couldn't have pigs and flowers, so he decided to have pigs and no flowers."

There was a murmur of approval at the excellence of the Prince's deci­sion; so many people would have decided the other way.

There were lots of other delightful things in the park. There were ponds with gold and blue and green fish in them, and trees with beautiful parrots that said clever things at a moment's notice, and humming birds that hummed all the popular tunes of the day. Bertha walked up and down and enjoyed herself immensely, and thought to herself: 'If I were not so extraordinarily good I should not have been allowed to come into this beautiful park and enjoy all that there is to be seen in it, ' and her three medals clinked against one another as she walked

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and helped to remind her how very good she really was. Just then an enormous wolf came prowling into the park to see if he could catch a fat little pig for his supper.

" What colour was he? " asked the children, their interest immediately quickening.

" Mud-colour all over, with a black tongue and pale grey eyes that gleamed with unspeakable ferocity. The first thing that he saw in the park was Bertha; her pinafore was so spotlessly white and clean that it could be seen from a great distance. Bertha saw the wolf and saw that he was stealing towards her, and she began to wish that she had never been allowed to come into the park. She ran as hard as she could, and the wolf came after her with huge leaps and bounds. She managed to reach a shrubbery of myrtle bushes and she hid herself in one of the thickest of the bushes. The wolf came sniffing among the branches, his pale grey eyes glaring with rage. Bertha was terribly frightened, and thought to herself: 'If I had not been so extraordinarily good I should have been safe in the town at this moment.' However, the scent of the myrtle was so strong that the wolf could not sniff out where Bertha was hiding, and the bushes were so thick that he might have hunted about in them for a long time without noticing, so he thought he might as well go off and catch a little pig instead. Ber­tha was trembling very much at having the wolf prowling and sniffing so near her, and as she trembled the medal for obedience clinked against the medals for good conduct and punctuality. The wolf was just moving away when he heard the sound of the medals clinking and stopped to listen; they clinked again in a bush quite near him. He dashed into the bush, his pale grey eyes gleaming with ferocity and triumph and dragged Bertha out and devoured her to the last morsel. All that was left of her were her shoes, bits of clothing, and the three medals for goodness."

" Were any of the little pigs killed? "

" No, they all escaped."

" The story began badly, " said the smaller of the small girls, " but it had a beautiful ending."

" It is the most beautiful story that I have ever heard, " said the bigger of the small girls, with immense decision.

" It is the only beautiful story I have ever heard, " said Cyril.

A different opinion came from the aunt.

" A most improper story to tell to young children! I wish I hadn't asked you to tell them a story. You have undermined the effect of years of careful teaching."

" At any rate, " said the bachelor, collecting his belongings preparatory to leaving the carriage, " I kept them quiet for ten minutes, which was more than you were able to do."

" Unhappy woman! " he observed to himself as he walked down the plat­form of the station; " for the next six months or so those children will not leave her alone, demanding that she should tell them an improper story! "

New Words

extraordinarily [ik'stradnarsh] adv необычайно

extraordinary adj необычайный vanish [VasniJ] v исчезать in favour [m feivs] в пользу novelty ['rmvalti] n новинка, нечто новое pin (pinned) on [pin, pmd] (/приколоть к

pin л булавка

obedience [a'bhdians] л послушание punctuality [, pAnktju'aebti] n пунктуальность behaviour [Ы'пешэ] л поведение click [klik] v звонко щелкнуть quote [kwaut] v цитировать, процитировать arise (arose, arisen) [a'raiz, э'гэш, s'nzn] v возникать, возникнуть permit [pa'mit] (/разрешать, разрешить grin л усмешка, ухмылка suppress [ss'pres] v подавить gasp [gcusp] n вздох come true сбываться (о снах, мечтах) patch л пятно, заплата sink (sank, sunk) v тонуть

sink into проникнуть promptly ['promptli] adv немедленно approval [a'prurval] n одобрение delightful [di'laitful] adj восхитительный at a moment's notice немедленно, как только их попросили hum (hummed) (/жужжать, напевать prowl [praul] i/красться, бродить mud л грязь

mud-color цвета грязи gleam [gli: m] v блестеть, поблескивать ferocity [fs'rosati] л свирепость pinafore ['pmsfo: ] л передник steal (stole, stolen) (/красться, красть (воровать) leaps and bounds длинные скачки shrubbery ['/глЬэп] л кустарник myrtle [m3: tl] л мирт (растение) bush [buj] л куст tremble [trembl] v дрожать conduct ['kondAkt] л поведение

syn. behaviour dash (/броситься, прыгнуть

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triumph ['traiamfj n триумф

drag (dragged) утащить, утащить, волочить

devour [di'vaua] v пожирать, сожрать

morsel [mo: s3l] n кусочек

escape [is'keip] v спастись бегством

improper [im'props] adj неподходящий

ant. proper

undermine [ymcb'main] v подрывать, подорвать принципы, устои и т.п. observe [9b'z3: v] v заметить, сказать leave sb alone оставить в покое

Questions for discussion.

1. Did you expect the bachelor's story to be like that?

2. How was the bachelor's story different from the aunt's story?

3. Why did the children appreciate the bachelor's story?

4. Why do you think the aunt called the bachelor's story " a most improper
story to tell to young children"?

5. Did you enjoy reading the story? Was it new for you or did you read it
before?