儿童英语读物 The Mystery of the Mixed-Up Zoo CHAPTER 3 The Snapshot

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The next day the four Aldens walked to the store and bought lots of groceries to stock Edward’s cupboards. They carried sack loads of apples, milk, bread, eggs, chicken, lettuce¹, tomatoes, onions, oranges, grapes, peas, green beans, orange juice, cereal, muffins, and hamburger meat.

When they arrived home, they carefully put the food away. Afterward² they dusted every piece of furniture.

“You know Edward told us to bring up the cabinet from the basement,” Violet said.

“Oh,” Benny cried, clapping his hands. “Could we explore the basement?”

Henry chuckled³. “I’m ready. Are you, Jessie?”

“I sure am,” she said, heading toward the stairs.

First Henry went downstairs, followed by Jessie, then Violet, and finally Benny.

Boxes were stacked in corners, and a lamp as tall as Henry was in the center. Benny’s eyes were wide as he peered at the many things strewn about. “Where should we start?” he asked.

Stepping over an old heater, Henry tipped over an empty box. “Anywhere you want to, Benny. Edward said we could bring upstairs anything we could use.”

“Oh, boy,” Benny said, going to a dark corner and kneeling down to open an old tin box. He picked up something small. “How pretty,” he said, holding up an orange and black trinket.

“Look,” Henry said, pointing to a wooden cabinet. “This must be what Edward mentioned.” Opening the two doors, he peeked⁴ inside. “This will be just fine to store his magazines and newspapers.”

Violet ran her hand over the dark wood. “I’ll bet this is a hundred years old.”

“Maybe it was his mother’s sewing cabinet,” Jessie said. “Edward told us he grew up in this house, so I know many of these things belonged to his parents.”

“Let’s carry this upstairs,” Henry said. He lifted one end, and Violet and Jessie the other. They started up the steps.

They set the cabinet near Edward’s chair in the living room.

“Did you notice that bookcase by the furnace?” Jessie asked.

“Perfect!” Violet exclaimed. “We could put some of Edward’s books in there.”

So they carried it upstairs. “What’s this?” Jessie asked, picking up an album that was on the lower shelf.

Sitting down, Violet turned the pages of an old photo album. She peered closely at an old snapshot. “Look! This is Edward!”

Henry, looking over her shoulder, exclaimed, “Edward was a pilot in World War Two. He was either in Japan or Germany. Those were the two main areas of fighting during the war.”

“A pilot!” Violet said in surprise. “Who would have thought it? Edward is such a gentle man.” She picked up the small photo. “This must be Edward in his pilot’s suit, and, look, there’s a pair of silver wings pinned to the collar of his leather jacket. And in the background is a plane with the words, ‘The Wildcats.’ ”

Jessie took the picture and studied it. “Next to Edward is a real wildcat on a chain. Do you suppose that was their mascot⁵?”

“I’m sure of it,” Henry said. “I want to ask him about these things.” He walked away. “Ouch!” he groaned⁶, rubbing his shin. “I stumbled over this pile of books.”

Jessie laughed. “It isn’t a pile now. Books are scattered⁷ everywhere.”

Henry studied the bookcase. “We could paint this and set it on the other side of Edward’s big chair.”

A noise in back of her caused Jessie to turn around. Suddenly her mouth formed an O of astonishment⁸. “Oh, no!” she whispered. “Benny, what have you done?”

Benny stared down at his shirt. “I decorated myself,” he said proudly.

“Oh,” Violet said in a dismayed voice. “You certainly did.” She touched one of the red and white hooks. “You got into Edward’s fishing tackle box.”

Benny touched one of the fishhooks that he’d pinned on his shirt. Dozens of different-colored feathered fishhooks covered his shirt. Henry tried to get one off, but the hook was embedded⁹ in the cloth.

“It’s a good thing that’s an old T-shirt,” Jessie said quietly. “We’ll have to cut off every hook!”

Benny asked, “Did I do something wrong?”

Violet said, “Fishhooks are hard to get loose. And,” she added in a firm tone, “they’re dangerous and shouldn’t be played with.”

“I won’t do it again,” Benny promised.

“I know you won’t,” Violet said.

Jessie, with great care, cut off every fishhook. Benny’s shirt was filled with holes. “What can I do with it now?” he asked.

“Don’t worry about it, Benny,” Henry said. “You can use it to help us polish this cabinet.”

So they all pitched in and rubbed the wood to a beautiful sheen, then placed the antique cabinet by Edward’s chair.

“What a nice addition to the living room,” Jessie said, standing¹⁰ back.

“Yes, isn’t it?” Violet agreed, placing on top of it a blue vase she’d found.

When they finished, the children prepared a delicious dinner.

Edward’s eyebrows¹¹ lifted when he saw the shiny glasses, and two candles in the center of the round table. “I didn’t know my house could look so beautiful!” Edward said. He smiled when the meal was served. Baked chicken, peas, mashed¹² potatoes, muffins, and for dessert, hot apple pie topped with ice cream.

“My grandchildren are very competent,” Grandfather said proudly.

That night everyone slept well. The children were tired from their busy day.

The following morning Henry said, “I noticed a bookstore across the street from Mike’s Grocery. Shall we see what’s in it?”

“Oh, let’s,” Jessie said eagerly.

“Aren’t we going to the zoo?” Benny asked in a disappointed voice.

“Of course, we are,” Violet answered. “First the bookstore, then the zoo.”

Entering the bookstore, the children were greeted by a tall lanky¹³ man who was bald and wore glasses. “Come in,” he said in a welcoming voice. He bent¹⁴ down and asked Benny, “And what kind of books do you like to read?”

“Books about animals,” Benny said quickly.

“Ahh,” the skinny man said, raising his brows and glancing at the older children.

Jessie laughed. “Yes, we’re all interested in animals.”

“Especially animals in a zoo,” Henry said.

“I see.” The man rubbed his chin.

“You see,” Violet continued, “we’re visiting Edward Marlow who owns the zoo. We’ll be spending lots of time with the animals.”

“Oh.” A strange expression crossed the man’s thin face, but it quickly passed, and he poked¹⁵ his glasses up on his long nose.

“Well, I’ll find you all kinds of animal books,” he said. “By the way, I’m Mac Thatcher¹⁶, the owner of the shop.”

“I’m Henry Alden,” Henry said, placing a hand on Benny’s shoulder, “and this is my little brother, Benny, and my two sisters, Violet and Jessie.”

“Pleased to meet you,” Mac Thatcher said, tilting¹⁷ his head and studying each one. Then he handed Benny a book. “This is a good book on zoo animals and what they eat.” He gave another book to Violet. “This tells how they’re captured and brought to zoos, and this one,” he said, handing a book to Jessie, “is about baby animals in the zoo.”

“This is great!” Benny said, flipping¹⁸ through the pictures of camels, rhinoceroses¹⁹, elephants, lions, seals, bright-colored birds, and monkeys.

Mac Thatcher piled up books faster than the children could look at them, and he told them about each different kind of animal. There were books on jungle animals, on all sorts of monkeys, one on the African lion, another on the Bengal tiger. There were books on gorillas²⁰, bears, and hippopotamuses²¹.

“Stop,” Violet begged. “I can’t keep track of all the books you’re showing us.”

“Mr. Thatcher, you certainly know a lot about animals,” Benny said admiringly.

“Call me Mac,” he said in a kind voice. “Yes, I know my animals.”

“Do you spend a lot of time at the zoo?” Benny asked.

But Mac didn’t answer. He wheeled about and reached for another book.

“Do you spend a lot of time at the zoo?” Violet asked again, thinking he hadn’t heard Benny.

Mac stared at her but pressed his lips together, not responding.