儿童英语读物 Surprise Island 奇异岛 Chapter 10 爷爷来访！

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We must be ready at ten o’clock,” said Jessie the next morning. “Grandfather told Captain Daniel to meet him with the boat at ten o’clock and he is always on time.”

“We must certainly show him the museum,” said Henry. “I know he will be interested in the Indian things, but I’m not so sure about the birds and flowers.”

“I think he will like our museum,” said Violet¹. “It has his name on the door.” She looked up and read the sign again, “THE JAMES H. ALDEN MUSEUM.”

“Everything is ready,” said Jessie. She took one last look. “Let’s go down on the dock² to wait for him.”

Mr. Alden was delighted to see his grandchildren³ all waving from the dock.

“Fine children,” he said to Captain Daniel.

“Best that ever I saw,” agreed Captain Daniel, waving, too. He tied the boat and watched the old man and his happy grandchildren as they went out of sight into the barn⁴.

“I want to see every single thing you have,” said Mr. Alden. He sat down in the company chair and looked around him. “Say, what’s this I see? A museum?”

Grandfather was on his feet in a minute. “Are you going to let me see it?” he asked excitedly, with his foot on the stairs.

“Of course!” cried Jessie. “If you don’t mind the heat. It’s awfully⁵ hot up there.”

“No, I don’t mind,” said Mr. Alden at the top of the stairs. He saw what the museum was like, with one look. “Which one of you thought of this? Tell me about it.”

They told him all about their museum. They showed him the flowers, the seaweed, the boxes of shells⁶ and butterflies, and the paper birds in real branches.

Mr. Alden looked for a long time at the bluebird sitting near its nest. There were four blue eggs cut from paper in the nest.

“The birds left that nest,” said Henry, “so we took it.”

“Good!” said Mr. Alden, smiling. “And what did you find, Benny?”

“I found a big bone in the shell-pile.”

“We ought to tell you about that bone, Grandfather,” said Henry, laughing. “Let’s go downstairs and you can sit in the company chair. You see we found the skeleton⁷ of a whole Indian, and Benny found his leg bone. Joe says it is very important and not to tell anyone but you.”

“Where is this skeleton?” cried Mr. Alden.

“It’s near a very big pile of shells on the end of the island.”

“Yes, I remember seeing that pile of shells when I was a boy,” said Mr. Alden.

“Joe told us not to pick up the Indian bones,” said Benny. “He said you could get men to do it right after we go home.”

“That Joe seems to know a lot,” said Mr. Alden. “I’ll see him before I go.”

“Look in this box, Grandfather,” said Benny. “That’s an arrowhead, and that’s an ax-head, and that’s a cooking bowl, all Indian. And that’s a tool made out of bone. Watch found the ax-head and the tool.”

“Well, well!” cried Mr. Alden. “Who told you? Did anyone tell you to make a museum to put these things in?”

“No,” said Henry. “Don’t you like it?”

“Yes, Henry, I like it very much indeed. It just seems strange, because it’s the very thing I used to do myself. I used to go out in the woods all alone and sit for hours listening to the birds.”

“Yes,” said Henry, smiling. “We do the very same thing; we must be just like you.”

Then Violet brought her violin for him to see. To their surprise, Mr. Alden put it under his chin⁸ and began to play. He played very well.

“You didn’t know I played, did you?” said Mr. Alden to the surprised children. “That’s a fine little violin, Violet.”

“You’re a wonderful grandfather!” cried Henry. “Always doing something new! We didn’t know you could play.”

“I am out of practice,” said Mr. Alden, handing the violin back to Violet. “Haven’t even held a violin for years. Now what else have you to show me?”

“You must come to the little hut⁹ to see Joe,” said Benny.

“I think Joe went over to the mainland¹⁰ this morning,” said Violet.

“That’s funny,” said Henry, “because he certainly knew you were coming today.”

“It makes me cross,” shouted Benny. “I want you to see Joe. He’s my best friend in all the world.”

“Then I’m cross, too,” said Mr. Alden. “What time do you have dinner around here?”

“Almost right away!” cried Jessie. “Are you hungry?”

“I am hungry as a bear,” answered Mr. Alden.

At once, Jessie put some water in the big kettle¹¹. “You children set the table and get the milk out, so that Grandfather won’t have to wait a minute after dinner is ready.”

“Oh, you needn’t hurry as much as that,” said Mr. Alden. “I can wait half an hour, maybe.”

Before that time, the little vegetables were done. Jessie put them in a big dish and poured melted¹² butter over them. There was plenty of bread and butter to go along with the vegetables. And because they had company, Jessie had put two eggs and some sugar into the milk.

“This is a delicious drink!” said Mr. Alden. “I shall come again.”

“Please do!” cried Violet. “But you’re not going home for a long time yet, I hope?”

“I think I am,” said Mr. Alden, “and I should like to take you all with me. Just on a little trip for an hour or so,” he added¹³ quickly.

“All right,” said Jessie. “I thought for a minute that you wanted us to leave the island for good.”

“You like it, don’t you? No, it won’t take very long. I want to show you something.”

It did not take long for Captain Daniel to get the family to the mainland. They got into Mr. Alden’s waiting car and were taken to a big building they had never seen before.

“It’s a museum!” cried Henry. “Look, Jessie look!”

Henry pointed¹⁴ at the name over the door, which said in large letters cut in stone, THE ALDEN MUSEUM.

“My goodness¹⁵!” cried Jessie. “Is that named for you, Grandfather?”

“I suppose it is,” said Mr. Alden. “It has been here a long time.”

“You gave the money to build it!” cried Henry.

The surprised children followed their grandfather inside, where a young girl came and showed them everything he wanted them to see. At last they came to a small room, and the girl told them to go in. Jessie was the first to see a sign which read, THE FIRST COLLECTION MADE BY JAMES HENRY ALDEN WHEN HE WAS A BOY OF FIFTEEN.

“What do you know!” cried Henry, looking at the birds. “Our birds are just like yours!”

Mr. Alden’s birds were painted ones, too, and they were sitting in real trees.

“The birds left these nests,” said Mr. Alden with a twinkle¹⁶ in his eyes, “so I took them.”

Henry laughed and said, “You didn’t want to kill any birds either, did you?”

Mr. Alden went on, “No, the real birds out in the museum were found dead and brought to us. Not a bird in this museum was killed for me. And now, I’ll let you go back to your island and wash your dishes.”

When they got into the boat, he gave them each a box. And it was not until later that he remembered that he had not seen Joe, the handy¹⁷ man.