Спрут: Калифорнийская история
Chapter VIII
Shehadmadeuphermindtoreturntotheparkinordertosituponthebenchesthere,butshehadmistakenthedirection,andfollowingupSacramentoStreet,hadcomeoutatlength,notuponthepark,butuponagreatvacantlotattheverytopoftheClayStreethill.Thegroundwasunfencedandroseabovehertoformthecapofthehill,allovergrownwithbushesandafewstuntedliveoaks.Itwasintryingtocrossthispieceofgroundthatshefell.Shegotuponherfeetagain.
“Ach,Mammy,didyouhurtyourself?”askedHilda.
“No,no.”
“Isthathousewherewegetthosebread’nmilk?”
Hildapointedtoasingleramblingbuildingjustvisibleinthenight,thatstoodisolateduponthesummitofthehillinagroveoftrees.
“No,no,dereaindtnobraidendmiluk,leedletochter.”
Hildaoncemorebegantosob.
“Ach,Mammy,please,PLEASE,Iwantit.I’mhungry.”
Thejanglednervessnappedatlastunderthetension,andMrs.Hooven,suddenlyshakingHildaroughly,criedout:“Stop,stop.Doandsayutegen,you.MyGott,youkillmeyet.”
Butquickuponthiscamethereaction.Themothercaughtherlittlegirltoher,sinkingdownuponherknees,puttingherarmsaroundher,holdingherclose.
“No,no,gryallsomudgeesyouwant.Saydotyouarehongry.Sayutegen,sayutalldedime,oferendoferegen.Sayut,poor,starfing,leedlebabby.Oh,meinpoor,leedletochter.MyGott,oh,Igocrazybrettysoon,Iguess.Icen’thellupyou.Icen’tgedyounoddingstoeat,noddings,noddings.Hilda,wegowuntodietogedder.Putderarmsroundtme,soh,tighd,leedlebabby.
