02-03-亡灵岛 [4]
忙。我们养了些动物。一些羊，几头牛和数只小母鸡。还有一匹叫‘烟’的马。这匹公马灰色，跟它的名字一样。你会骑马吗？”
“会骑，”我说，“我会骑马。”
“如果你喜欢，你可以骑‘烟’在岛上转转。”
“那太好了。”我说，“谢谢您。”
“我们还培植蔬菜和水果。”他说，“我有时在农场里干些活。我喜欢干农活。”
我朝他笑了笑，可他没回敬我的笑。
“卡罗尔会喜欢在农场干活的。”我妈妈说，“是不是，卡罗尔？”
“是的，”我说。
“罗斯先生显得有些忧伤。”我想，“但是他怎么会有那么多钱呢？而且为什么他要隐匿在一个岛上呢？”
■ 3 The Photograph
I worked in the garden for the first two days．The weather was hot and sunny．I liked working with Mr Duncan，and he was pleased with my work．
‘You're a good gardener，’he said．
‘I've always liked gardening，’I said．‘But I'm studying at college to be a farmer．’
Sometimes I saw Greta Ross．
‘She likes to be alone，’I thought．Once or twice I saw Greta go out with her painting things．She went up on the hills or down to the beach．
Mr Duncan took me to the farm and I met Dan and Stella Parks．They were very friendly．
‘You can work on the farm for the next three days，'said Day Parks．‘Mr Duncan says you're a good gardener．Are you a good farmer，too？’
I smiled at him．‘I am，’I said．
He smiled back．
So I worked on the farm with Mr and Mrs Parks．They were nice people．I helped with the cows and the chickens，and went up on the hills with Mr Parks and his dog to look after the sheep．
One afternoon I went out riding． Smoke was a big， lazy，friendly horse．I enjoyed riding and Smoke knew his way around the island very well．I learned new places to go to．
I rode along the cliff top and then in between some trees．When we came out of the trees， I saw the house from the other side．I tried to find the window of my room．Which one was it？
Suddenly，I saw a face at one of the windows．The face was looking at me．It was there for just a second or two，then it moved away quickly．
‘Who was thst？’I thought．‘Was it Mr Ross？And which room was it？’
I didn't see my mother very much that first week．She worked all day and in the evenings．She wrote letters to South America，Japan，Canada and Australia． Sometimes，she worked after I was in bed．
‘Mr Ross works hard，'she told me．‘He invests money in many companies and countries．But it's not his money．’
‘It's not？’I was surprised by this．
‘No，it's his wife's money．And she bought the island．It's her island，her house，her farm．Everything belongs to her．’
‘How strange！But why does Mr Ross always look sad？And why does he never leave the island？’I asked．
‘I don't know，'said my mother．‘He says he likes it here and likes working on his farm．It's strange，I know．’
Sometimes，when I finished work，I walked along the beaches or the cliffs．Or I went swimming in the sea．I liked swimming．Greta Ross often came to the beach to swim，but Mr Ross never came．
‘Stay away from the rocks，Carol，’Greta Ross told me．‘They're very dangerous．’
‘I will，’I said．
Sometimes I took my camera to the beach and took photographs of some of the boats that went by．I took photographs of the birds on the cliffs．
There were other small islands near our island， and boats with tourists stopped at them．But no boats stopped at our island．They kept away from the dangerous rocks．Tony was right．The island did not have visitors．
One day，I was walking back to the house，and had my camera with me．I stopped and looked at the big house．Mr Duncan was working in the garden in front of it．At first，he didn't see me．
‘I'm going to take a photograph of the house，’I thought．‘The sun is in just the right place， and it will make a good picture．’
I looked at the building through my camera，and took the photograph．Mr Ross was coming out of a door．He was in my picture，too，and he looked angry．
‘That's all right，’I thought．‘It's still a good photograph．’
But Mr Duncan was running across the grass．He came quickly up to me and said，‘Give me your camera．’He looked very worried．
‘Wbat's wrong？’I asked in surprise．I gave him the camera．
‘Never take photographs of Mr Ross，’he said．And then he opened the back of my camera and took out the film．
‘Hey！What are you doing？’I said．‘You'll spoil my film！’
But he didn't stop．‘Sorry，’he said， and he put the film into his pocket．‘But no pictures of Mr Ross． He doesn't like people to take pictures of him
“会骑，”我说，“我会骑马。”
“如果你喜欢，你可以骑‘烟’在岛上转转。”
“那太好了。”我说，“谢谢您。”
“我们还培植蔬菜和水果。”他说，“我有时在农场里干些活。我喜欢干农活。”
我朝他笑了笑，可他没回敬我的笑。
“卡罗尔会喜欢在农场干活的。”我妈妈说，“是不是，卡罗尔？”
“是的，”我说。
“罗斯先生显得有些忧伤。”我想，“但是他怎么会有那么多钱呢？而且为什么他要隐匿在一个岛上呢？”
■ 3 The Photograph
I worked in the garden for the first two days．The weather was hot and sunny．I liked working with Mr Duncan，and he was pleased with my work．
‘You're a good gardener，’he said．
‘I've always liked gardening，’I said．‘But I'm studying at college to be a farmer．’
Sometimes I saw Greta Ross．
‘She likes to be alone，’I thought．Once or twice I saw Greta go out with her painting things．She went up on the hills or down to the beach．
Mr Duncan took me to the farm and I met Dan and Stella Parks．They were very friendly．
‘You can work on the farm for the next three days，'said Day Parks．‘Mr Duncan says you're a good gardener．Are you a good farmer，too？’
I smiled at him．‘I am，’I said．
He smiled back．
So I worked on the farm with Mr and Mrs Parks．They were nice people．I helped with the cows and the chickens，and went up on the hills with Mr Parks and his dog to look after the sheep．
One afternoon I went out riding． Smoke was a big， lazy，friendly horse．I enjoyed riding and Smoke knew his way around the island very well．I learned new places to go to．
I rode along the cliff top and then in between some trees．When we came out of the trees， I saw the house from the other side．I tried to find the window of my room．Which one was it？
Suddenly，I saw a face at one of the windows．The face was looking at me．It was there for just a second or two，then it moved away quickly．
‘Who was thst？’I thought．‘Was it Mr Ross？And which room was it？’
I didn't see my mother very much that first week．She worked all day and in the evenings．She wrote letters to South America，Japan，Canada and Australia． Sometimes，she worked after I was in bed．
‘Mr Ross works hard，'she told me．‘He invests money in many companies and countries．But it's not his money．’
‘It's not？’I was surprised by this．
‘No，it's his wife's money．And she bought the island．It's her island，her house，her farm．Everything belongs to her．’
‘How strange！But why does Mr Ross always look sad？And why does he never leave the island？’I asked．
‘I don't know，'said my mother．‘He says he likes it here and likes working on his farm．It's strange，I know．’
Sometimes，when I finished work，I walked along the beaches or the cliffs．Or I went swimming in the sea．I liked swimming．Greta Ross often came to the beach to swim，but Mr Ross never came．
‘Stay away from the rocks，Carol，’Greta Ross told me．‘They're very dangerous．’
‘I will，’I said．
Sometimes I took my camera to the beach and took photographs of some of the boats that went by．I took photographs of the birds on the cliffs．
There were other small islands near our island， and boats with tourists stopped at them．But no boats stopped at our island．They kept away from the dangerous rocks．Tony was right．The island did not have visitors．
One day，I was walking back to the house，and had my camera with me．I stopped and looked at the big house．Mr Duncan was working in the garden in front of it．At first，he didn't see me．
‘I'm going to take a photograph of the house，’I thought．‘The sun is in just the right place， and it will make a good picture．’
I looked at the building through my camera，and took the photograph．Mr Ross was coming out of a door．He was in my picture，too，and he looked angry．
‘That's all right，’I thought．‘It's still a good photograph．’
But Mr Duncan was running across the grass．He came quickly up to me and said，‘Give me your camera．’He looked very worried．
‘Wbat's wrong？’I asked in surprise．I gave him the camera．
‘Never take photographs of Mr Ross，’he said．And then he opened the back of my camera and took out the film．
‘Hey！What are you doing？’I said．‘You'll spoil my film！’
But he didn't stop．‘Sorry，’he said， and he put the film into his pocket．‘But no pictures of Mr Ross． He doesn't like people to take pictures of him