31.夏洛的网-31

"I am sure," she said, "that every one of us here will be gratified to lear that after four weeks of unremitting effor and patience on the part of our friend the goose, she now has something to show for it.
The goslings have arriged.
May I offer my sincere congratulations!"
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," said the goose, nodding and bowing shamelessly.
"Thank you," said the gander.
"Congratulations!" shouted Wilbur.
"How many goslings are there? I can only see one."
"There are seven, " said the goose.
"Fine!" said Charlotte. "Seven is a lucky number."
"Luck had nothing to do with this," said the goose.
"It was good manangement and hard work."
At this point, Templeton showed his nose from his hiding place under Wilbur's trough.
He glanced at Fern, the crept cautisously toward the goose, keeping close to the wall.
Everyone watched him, for he was not well liked, not trusted.
"Look," he began in his sharp voice, "you say you have seven goslings.
There were eight eggs. What happened to the other egg? Why didn't it hatch?"
"It's a dud, I guess," said the goose.
"What are you going to do with it?" continued Templeton,
his little round beady eyes fixed on the goose.
"You can have it," replied the goose.
"Roll it away and add it to that nasty collection of yours."
(Templeton had a habit of picking up unusual objects around the farm and storing them in his home. He saved everything.)