Желтые обои

           ItissopleasanttobeoutinthisgreatroomandcreeparoundasIplease! 

           Idon’twanttogooutside. Iwon’t,evenifJennieasksmeto. 

           Foroutsideyouhavetocreepontheground,andeverythingisgreeninsteadofyellow. 

           ButhereIcancreepsmoothlyonthefloor,andmyshoulderjustfitsinthatlongsmoocharoundthewall,soIcannotlosemyway. 

           Whythere’sJohnatthedoor! 

           Itisnouse,youngman,youcan’topenit! 

           Howhedoescallandpound! 

           Nowhe’scryingforanaxe. 

           Itwouldbeashametobreakdownthatbeautifuldoor! 

           "Johndear!"saidIinthegentlestvoice,"thekeyisdownbythefrontsteps,underaplantainleaf!" 

           Thatsilencedhimforafewmoments. 

           Thenhesaid—veryquietlyindeed, "Openthedoor,mydarling!" 

           "Ican’t,"saidI. "Thekeyisdownbythefrontdoorunderaplantainleaf!" 

           AndthenIsaiditagain,severaltimes,verygentlyandslowly,andsaiditsooftenthathehadtogoandsee,andhegotitofcourse,andcamein. Hestoppedshortbythedoor.