Спрут: Калифорнийская история
Chapter V
Oh,youcanlookintothetiniestcorners,everywhere,youwon’tfindsomuchasthelittlestspeckofdirtorgrease.IloveCLEANthings,andthisroomismyownparticularplace.HereIcandojustasIplease,andthatis,tokeepthecementfloor,andthevats,andthechurnsandtheseparators,andespeciallythecansandcoppers,clean;clean,andtoseethatthemilkispure,oh,sothatalittlebabycoulddrinkit;andtohavetheairalwayssweet,andthesun—oh,lotsandlotsofsun,morning,noonandafternoon,sothateverythingshines.Youknow,Ineverseethesunsetthatitdon’tmakemealittlesad;yes,always,justalittle.Isn’titfunny?Ishouldwantittobedayallthetime.Andwhenthedayisgloomyanddark,Iamjustassadasifaverygoodfriendofminehadleftme.Wouldyoubelieveit?Justuntilwithinafewyears,whenIwasabiggirl,sixteenandover,mammahadtositbymybedeverynightbeforeIcouldgotosleep.Iwasafraidinthedark.SometimesIamnow.Justimagine,andnowIamnineteen—ayounglady.”
“Youwere,hey?”observedAnnixter,forthesakeofsayingsomething.“Afraidinthedark?Whatof—ghosts?”
“N-no;Idon’tknowwhat.Iwantedthelight,Iwanted——”Shedrewadeepbreath,turningtowardsthewindowandspreadingherpinkfinger-tipstothelight.“Oh,theSUN.Ilovethesun.See,putyourhandthere—hereonthetopofthevat—likethat.
