第13章初雪FIRSTSNOW（2）
Mr。RobertLyndonceremarkedofJaen’scharacters：theyarepeopleinwhoselivesaslightfallofsnowisaherisktothiswittyair。Woodhouse，Imustinsistthatlastnight’sfallofsnowherewasa。Iwasnearlyasexcitedaboutitthismasthe，whomIfouhroughthenurserywindowatthemagicoutsideandgasexcitedlyasifChristmashadsuddenlyeroundagaiis，however，thatthesnowwasasstraiwastothem。Itisthefirstfallwehavehadherethiswinter，andlastyearIwasoutofthetry，broilirtheshatitreallydoesseemanagesihegroundsofantasticallycarpeted。ItasawaylastyearthatImetthethreeyounggirlsfruianawhohadjustreturheirfirstvisittoEhingsthathadimpressedthemmostweretheendlesscrowdsofpeopleintheLoraheyemphasizedthis，fortheyhadspentalltheirlivesiownwhereeverybodyknowseverybody），andthesnow-coveredlaheyawoketwheayingsomewhereiheyweresothrilledahattheyflungaretengdemureyoungladiesaofthehousetoruntoandfrlitteringilysgfootmarksoroddeasthedidihism。Thefirstfallofsnowisnotoisamagit。Yougotobedinonekindofworldaofindyourselfiedifferent，andifthisisment，theobefouh，theeeriequiethethimical。Ifallthesoeringcrash，awakeningusinthemiddleofthewouldberobbedofitswofluttersdown，soundless，hourafterhour。Outsidetheclosedsofthebedroomavasttransformatioakiasifamyriadelvesawork，aurnandyawownothingaboutit。Aaraeitis！Itisasifthehouseyouareinhadbeendroppeddowniiheinside，whiotbeentouched，seemsdifferent，everyrsmalleraasifsomeptoturnitintoawoodcutter’shutlog-。Outside，wherethegardehereisnowawhiteandglistehevillagebeyondisnolongeryourownfamiliarclusterofroofsbutavillageinanoldGermanfairy-tale。Youwouldnotbesurprisedtolearnthatallthepeoplethere，thespeistress，thecobbler，theretiredsaster，a，hadsufferedagetooandhadbeequeerelvishbeings，purveyorsofinvisibledmagicshoes。Youyourselvesdohesamepeopleyouwereyesterday。Howcouldyouwhensomuchhasbeehereisacuriousstir，alittleshiverofext，troublingthehouse，hefeelingthereisabroadwheobemade。The，ofcourse，areallextbuteveshangaboutandtalktooherlohalingdowntotheday’swork。Nobodyresistthewindows。Itislikebeingonboardaship。WhenIgotupthismtheworldwasachilledhollowofdeadwhiteandfaihelightthatcamethroughtheasveryqueer，andittrivedtomakethefamiliarbusinessofsplashingandshavingandbrushinganddressingveryqueertoo。Thenthesu，aimeIhadsatdowwasshiningbravelyandflushihdeliks。ThediningroomwindowhadbeentraoalovelyJapahelittleplum-treeoutside，withthefaintlyflushedsnowliningitsboughsandartfullydisposedalongitstrunk，stoodinfullsunlight。AnhourortwolatereverythingwasacoldglitterofwhiteaheletelygedagaileJapashadallvanished。Ilookedoutofmystudywihegardehelowhillsbeyond，andthegroundwasoneloheskywassteely，areessomanyblaistershapes。Therewasihingcuriouslysihewholeprospect。Itwasasifourkindlytryside，closetotheveryheartofEnglauroacruelsteppe。Ataseemed，abhtbeseefromtheblaanyiyrannymightbeheardapatowbereddewasthatkindoflahasgedagain。Theglarehasgoouchofthesithesnowisfallingheavily，iflakes，sothatyouhardlyseeacrosstheshallowvalley，andtheroofsarethidthetreesallbendihercockofthevillagechurch，stilltobeseenthroughthegreyloadedair，hasbeecreatureoutofHansAndersen。Frommystudy，artfromthehousea，Iseetheflatteningtheirthenurserywindow，andthereisrunningthroughmyheadajangleofrhymeIusedtorepeatwhenIwasadflattenedmythedowwatgthefallingsnofaster：Whitealabaster！Killiland，Sehershere！