She stood by the window, watching. The postman turned round the corner on his bicycle. Her heart beat fast. Johnnie had seen him too and ran to the gate.
Then clatter, clatter up the stairs. Johnnie knocked at her door.
"Granny, Granny," he shouted," I've got your post."
He gave her four envelopes. Three were unsealed[非密封] cards from old friends. The fourth was sealed, in Myra's writing. The old lady felt a pand[剧痛] of disappointment.
"No parcel[包裹], Johnnie?"
"No, granny."
Maybe the parcel was too large to come by letter post. That was it. It would come later by parcel post. She must be patient.
Almost reluctantly[勉强] she tore the envelope open. Folded in the card was a piece of paper. Written on the card was message under the printed Happy Birthday — Buy yourself something nice with the cheque, Myra and Harold.
The cheque fluttered to the floor like a bird with a broken wing. Slowly the old lady stooped to pick it up. Her present, her lovely present. With trembling fingers she tore it into little bits.
[groupid=108]The way is away.[/groupid]作者: 樱火凤凰 时间: 2014-3-22 15:57
我要看，亲，你是更得英文文章？ 作者: 羊丶驼驼 时间: 2014-3-22 15:58
