《神奇树屋》 第四十三册 Leprechaun In Late Winter 11 Lady Gregory

　　Ah...sunshine. Said JackHe closed his eyes, and saw the sunshine streaming through thetree house window.



And clean dry clothes. Murmured Annie.



She placed the Pennsylvania book back in the corner, Jack 1 took themagic whistle out of his pocket, and placed it next to the book.



There, that’s go home now. he said. I want to look on the internetfor information about Augusta.



He started down the rope ladder,Great idea! Said Annie, following down.



We can find out what happened to her.



Jack and Annie ran through the chilly 2 frog creek 3 woods, theycrossed the street, and hurried up sparkling sidewalk to their yard.



They tramped through old snow to their porch, Annie opened thefront door, and led way inside.



Hi! Jack called. We are back.



Hi! Their mom called from the kitchen. Did you have a nice break?



Yes, we did. Said Annie.



Good! Get back to your homework now. said their mom. So you canfinish in time to go to the theater,Ok! Called Annie.



She went to the computer desk and sat down.



What should I type? She asked Jack.



Jack pulled up a chair and sat beside her.



Well, we don’t know her last name, he said. so try to go away.



Augusta and Irish stories.



Annie typed these words on the keyboard. Then hit enter.



There are lots ofchoices for different websites. Annie clicked on thefirst one. On the screen, was a black and white photograph of awoman, the caption 4 under it said :



Lady Augusta GregoryLook! It’s her. Said Annie.



The woman on the screen was middle aged 5. But she still lookedlike Augusta. Her hair was partly neatly 6 down the middle,Jack read aloud from screen:



Lady Augusta Gregory was born in to a wealthy family, in Gore 7 wayIreland in 1852. she wrote over 40 plays and many poems andessays. She was the core founderof Abbey theater, and nationaltheater of Ireland. Lady Gregory also learned old language ofIreland, and became well known for collecting Irish stories andlegends and sharing them with the world.



Whoa! Said Annie.



Augusta did have a brave heart and afine mind.



And she must like our play since she wrote 40 of her own andstarted own theater.



Yeah. Said Jack. She really turned out great.



This reminded them a question, she had asked themselves earlier.



I wonder I am good for.



I didn’t know how to do anything on that Irish farm.



Me neither. Said Annie. but hardly any kids today know how to dothat kind of stuff.



So what will we do if our machines or computers broke down? SaidJack.



We have to figure out how to grow potatoes and make our ownclothes and milk cows. Said Annie.



I’ll probably read some kind of instructions first and then give it a try.



Said Jack.



I probably give it a try first, said Annie. then I will read instructions.



Jack laughed.



I know some stuff good workfor. Said Annie.



What/ said Jack.



First we are good for helping 8 each other. Said Annie.



Yeah, but...said Jack,No, really, we help each other all the time. Said Annie.



That’s true. Said Jack.



And we are good for helping Augusta. Said Annie. and helpingLouis Armstrong, Mozart, and Leprechaunnardo da Vinci. We putthe smile on the Mona Lisa’s face, remember?



Jack nodded.



Yeah. He said.



And we are good for saving an orphan 9 penguin 10, a huge octopus,and city of Tokyo, Venice and New York! Said Annie.



We are good for rescuing a baby gorilla 11 from a Leprechaunpard, aschool kid from a twister,We are good for helping Shakespeare, Claire Baton 12, and GeorgeWashingtonWe are good for rescuing two kids from a tsunami 13, coca cola boyfrom a buffalo 14 campy, anda baby kangaroo and koala from a forestfire.



We are good for...



Wait, stop. Said Jack. Stop!



But that even not have of it. Said Annie.



I know said Jack.



That’s plenty, I am inspired, I am ready to write a story forhomework. And I will use my own experience. I have a little morethan I thought.



Cool! Said Annie.



She went back to read about lady Gregory on her computer.



Jack grabbed the pencil and pulled out his notebook, he moved tothe couch, and sat down, as late winter light slatted into the livingroom, he began to write.



　　The End