儿童英语读物 The Mystery at Peacock Hall CHAPTER 1 “Come at Once!”

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From the front seat of the station wagon¹, Benny Alden traced the large R at the top of the letter with his finger.

“What did you say this was again?” he asked his grandfather.

“A monogram²,” replied Grandfather. “The first letter is a person’s last name. Our monogram would be A for Alden.”

“A monogram is an initial,” said Jessie from the backseat. “Initials are the first letters of your name. Your initials are —”

“B, A!” Benny finished. At six, he was just learning to read. His sister Jessie, who was twelve, was teaching him more each day.

Next to Jessie, ten-year-old Violet turned from the window. “When I grow up, I’m going to have thick writing paper with my monogram on it in gold, just like Cousin Althea’s.”

It had only been a few days ago that the letter from Althea Randolph had arrived. It had a gold monogram on the envelope. Grandfather had opened it right away.

Althea Randolph was a cousin of Grandfather’s wife, Celia. In the letter, Althea claimed to be in trouble and needed Grandfather’s help.

The Alden children and their grandfather always tried to help people. Once, Henry, Jessie, Violet, and Benny had lived in an old boxcar. Their parents had died, and they were afraid their grandfather was mean. But then he had found them, and the children had learned that James Alden was a kind and loving man.

Grandfather decided³ immediately that they would go to Virginia, where Althea lived in a house called Peacock Hall. The Aldens packed, took a plane to Richmond, Virginia, then rented a car to drive to the Randolph estate.

Now they were driving past emerald-green pastures with grazing horses. Violet wished she had brought her camera. The chestnut⁴ horses would make a great picture. But they had left in such a hurry, she forgot to pack it.

“I wonder what kind of trouble Cousin Althea is in,” she said.

Grandfather shook his head. “She didn’t say in her letter. She just asked for us to come at once. We’ve been on this road quite a while. I’m not sure this is the right way.”

Benny pointed⁵. “Look! There’s a lady selling stuff. Let’s stop and ask her.”

“Good idea.” Grandfather pulled the station wagon off the road.

The kids piled out, glad to stretch after the long ride.

A woman in her late twenties was arranging jars of small plants on a rough wooden counter. Wreaths of grapevine and dried flowers hung from the front of the handmade stall. A boy about Violet’s age watered buckets of flowers.

“Can I help you?” the woman said. Jessie thought she was pretty, with strawberry-blond hair and eyes so blue they were nearly purple.

“We’re looking for a house called Peacock Hall,” said Grandfather. “Do you know if this is the right road?”

“Yes, it is,” the woman replied in a soft Virginia drawl. “Keep going about a mile, to the old stone wall. The driveway is on the right. There’s a sign, but it’s grown over with trees.”

“Thank you,” Grandfather said.

Benny was interested in the weird-smelling plants on the counter.

“Those are herbs,” the woman told him.

Benny wrinkled his nose. “What are herbs?”

“Plants used in cooking. And people like them just because they smell nice, too.” The woman pulled off a leaf and crushed it between her fingers. “What’s that smell like?”

Benny sniffed⁶. “Lemon!”

“Very good! The plant is called lemon balm.”

Jessie chose a bunch of wildflowers. “Do you think Cousin Althea would like these?” she asked.

“They are pretty. By the way, I’m Heather Olsen and this is my son, David. Hope to see you again.”

“Do you live around here?” Grandfather asked Heather as he paid for the purchase.

“Yeah, we live —” David began.

But Heather interrupted loudly, “David! Don’t drown the daffodils!”

He glanced down at the watering can, suddenly silent.

“Thanks very much for your help,” said Henry, who was fourteen.

They all got back in the station wagon.

Violet watched David as they drove off. The boy didn’t look up. “David seems kind of strange.”

    “Maybe he’s just shy,” Jessie said, burying her nose in the bouquet⁷ of spring blooms.

But Violet didn’t think so. She thought David was about to say something and his mother stopped him. But she forgot about Heather and David as Grandfather turned the car onto a pitted asphalt lane.

“Boy,” said Benny. “This is the longest driveway.”

“It is long,” Grandfather agreed, as the car bounced over a pothole⁸. “Althea could use a load of gravel⁹ in these holes. And those bushes need to be cut back.”

Locust¹⁰ trees and honeysuckle vines grew densely¹¹ along each side. The thick shrubbery gave Jessie the creeps. If the driveway was this bad, what would the house be like?

Suddenly the trees gave way to a wide, sloping lawn. The land looped around a crumbling¹² goldfish pond. A large stone fish balanced on its tail in the center of the empty pool.

Jessie gasped¹³ when she saw the house. Three stories of pinkish red brick soared above a half-moon porch. Massive white pillars supported the porch roof. A brick-paved walk, bordered by red and yellow tulips, led to the steps.

“Wow!” Benny exclaimed. “What a big house!”

Grandfather parked the car. “Yes, Peacock Hall is quite impressive. But the porch needs painting and the flower beds are full of weeds. Why has Althea let the place get so run-down?”

Everyone climbed out. Henry unloaded the luggage and they each took a bag up the steps.

Grandfather rang the bell. After a short pause, the heavy oak door swung inward.

“James!” said the old woman who stood there. “I’m so glad you’re here! And you brought your grandchildren!”

“Hello, Althea,” said Grandfather, putting out his hand. “Yes, these are my grandchildren. This is Henry, Jessie, Violet, and Benny.”

“Welcome,” Althea Randolph greeted them. “Please come in! You must be exhausted¹⁴ after that trip.”

    She led them down a long hall and into a high-ceilinged room with peach-colored walls. Portraits of stern-looking men and women glared down at the visitors.

“Sit down,” Althea offered. “I’ve made some lemonade.”

While Althea poured drinks, Jessie studied her cousin. She was older than Grandfather. Snow-white curls framed a face that was still pretty. Althea wore a lace-collared print dress with a silver pin.

Grandfather accepted his glass with a nod of thanks. “Althea, do you live here alone? I know your husband passed away some years ago.”

“Yes,” Althea replied. “Grayson died eight years ago. We had no children, you know. Old Tate lives on the grounds. He’s the gardener, but he doesn’t do much these days.”

“How old is this house?” Henry asked, looking at the iron implements¹⁵ hanging from the fireplace.

Althea brightened. “Peacock Hall is very old. It was originally built in 1814 by my husband’s ancestor, Zachary Randolph. Zachary was friends with Thomas Jefferson. Did you know that Monticello, Jefferson’s estate, is nearby?”

Henry nodded. “Thomas Jefferson was the third president.”

Violet felt like she was living in a history lesson. “How did the house get its name?”

“Zachary brought a pair of peacocks with him from England,” Althea replied. “Well, a peacock and a peahen, as the female bird is called. Anyway, it’s family tradition that there are always peacocks on the lawn.”

Benny’s eyes grew bright. “Where are the peacocks now?” He’d seen pictures of the colorful birds.

“You’ll see them,” Althea said. Then she added soberly, “Though I don’t know how long the tradition will last.”

Grandfather said, “Your letter sounded urgent.”

Althea’s blue eyes clouded. “Oh, James, I’m in such terrible trouble! I owe some money in back taxes on this place. If I don’t pay by Friday, I’ll be evicted¹⁶ and Peacock Hall will be auctioned¹⁷!”

“Can they do that?” asked Jessie. She couldn’t believe Althea could be thrown out of her own house.

“Yes, they can,” said Grandfather. “Althea, did Grayson leave you his estate when he died?”

She dabbed¹⁸ a tissue at her eyes. “Yes, he left me the house and what was in our bank account. We never had much money. Peacock Hall is expensive to run. Something is always breaking, like the furnace or the plumbing¹⁹. Grayson told me he never wanted Peacock Hall to leave the Randolph family. The Randolphs built this house and kept it even during difficult times.”

Grandfather frowned. “You and Grayson didn’t have children. Are there any other Randolphs who might buy it?”

“Grayson had some distant cousins,” Althea replied. “But they’re scattered²⁰ all over the country. They don’t want to be burdened with a white elephant in Virginia.”

Benny leaned forward. “White elephant? Where?” He loved elephants. When he grew up, he planned to own one.

Althea laughed. “It’s an expression, Benny, dear. A white elephant is a big place nobody wants.”

Jessie rubbed her hand over the worn chair cushion. She could see why Peacock Hall might be hard to sell. People today wanted new houses.

Footsteps rang across the foyer. Henry who was sitting closest to the doorway²¹ saw a red-faced young man rush into the room.

“Aunt Althea!” the man thundered. “If you’re going behind my back and selling to a real estate agent —”

“Roscoe Janney!” Althea chided. “Where are your manners? This gentleman is my cousin Celia’s husband, James Alden. And these are his grandchildren. They’ve come to visit me.”

“Oh.” Roscoe looked embarrassed. “Aunt Althea, have you considered my offer — will you sell Peacock Hall? You could get a cozy²² little apartment in Charlottesville.”

Althea drew herself up. “First of all, Roscoe, your paltry²³ offer is an insult. Peacock Hall is worth twice that price. And second, let me remind you that although you are my great-nephew, you are not a Randolph.”

Roscoe’s beady eyes narrowed. “By Friday you’re going to wish you had snapped up my offer. Only by then it’ll be too late!” He turned on his heel and left, slamming the front door behind him.

“I apologize for my great-nephew’s behavior,” Althea said to Grandfather. “He’s right about one thing, though. By Friday I’ll have to leave.”

“Have you had any other offers?” Grandfather asked.

“One. A woman named Marlene Sanders came by a month ago. She offered me a fair price, but the development firm she represents wants to tear the house down and put up a golf course!” Althea seemed ready to cry. “If I sell, what will happen to old Tate? I hate to go against my husband’s wish. I promised him I’d only sell this house to a member of the Randolph family.”

Grandfather patted Althea’s hand. “It’ll be all right. But we can’t fix your problem tonight. Tomorrow is Monday. I’ll go downtown and check the county records.”

The older woman looked relieved. “The taxes are due Friday at five o’clock. I’d be so grateful if you stayed until then.”

Grandfather pushed himself to his feet. “My grandchildren are very helpful as well. They’ve solved a number of mystery cases.”

“You don’t say!” Althea smiled. “Maybe you children will find the secret of Peacock Hall.”

Benny who was nodding off, became alert. “Mystery? There’s a mystery here? Tell us about it!”

Grandfather laughed. “Not tonight. We’ve had a long day and it’s bedtime.”

“I’ll show you to your rooms,” Althea led them up a wide flight of stairs and down a hallway. “I’m afraid I don’t use these rooms anymore, so you’ll have to make up your own beds. Linens²⁵ are in this closet.”

Benny and Henry chose a blue-painted room overlooking the empty fish pond. The girls picked a room across the hall with rose-patterned wallpaper.

Violet sneezed when she opened the linen²⁴ closet. “Whew! Nobody’s used these sheets in ages.” She took out sheets and pillowcases for four twin beds. Handing two sets to her brothers, she said good night.

In their room, Jessie began making up their beds. “This house needs a good cleaning!”

Violet yawned hugely. “Please. I’m too tired to think about cleaning tonight.”

They climbed into bed and Jessie switched off the old-fashioned lamp on the nightstand.

Scritch-scritch.

“What’s that?” Violet asked.

Jessie was nearly asleep. “What’s what?”

“That scratching sound. Hear it?” Violet sat up.

“Maybe it’s a tree branch outside,” Jessie said drowsily²⁶.

But Violet had to see. She slid out of bed and padded over to the window.

A face peered back at her!