我的俄狄浦斯情結：弗蘭克．奧康納短篇小說選（簡體書）

When they reached the riverbank they tied up their clothes and wentin. The river was deep enough, and under the trees it ran beautifully clearover a complete pavement of small, brown, smoothly rounded stones. Thecurrent was swift, and the little sailing-boat was tossed on its side andspun dizzily round and round before it stuck in the bank. Florrie tired ofthis sport sooner than Terry did. She sat on the bank with her hands underher bottom, trailing her toes in the river, and looked at the boat withgrowing disillusionment.
"God knows, tisn t much of a thing to lose a pennorth of goosegogsover," she said bitterly.
"Whats wrong with it？" Terry asked indignantly." Tis a fine boat."
"A wonder it wouldnt sail properly so," she said with an accusing,schoolmarmish air.
"How could it when the water is too fast for it？" shouted Terry.
"Thats a good one," she retorted in pretended grown-up amusement.
" Tis the first time we ever heard of water being too fast for a boat." Thatwas another very aggravating thing about her-her calm assumption thatonly what she knew was knowledge." Tis only a cheap old boat."
" Tisnt a cheap old boat," Terry cried indignantly. "My aunt gave itto me."
"She never gives anyone anything only cheap old things," Florriereplied with the coolness that always maddened other children. "She getsthem cost price in the shop where she works. Everyone knows that."
"Because youre jealous," he cried, throwing at her the taunt thevillage children threw whenever she enraged them with her superciliousairs.
"Thats a good one too," she said in a quiet voice, while her longthin. face maintained its air of amusement. "I suppose youll tell us nowwhat were jealous of?"
"Because Auntie brings me things and no one ever brings youanything."
"Shes mad about you," Florrie said ironically.
"She is mad about me."
"A wonder she wouldnt bring you to live with her so."