第15部分

請關閉瀏覽器的閱讀/暢讀/小說模式並且關閉廣告遮蔽過濾功能，避免出現內容無法顯示或者段落錯亂。

ived　in　a　shoe。　It　was　a　huge；　it　was　a

frantic　delight　to　the　child；　this　nonsense；　after　her　years

with　her　mother；　after　the　poignant　folk…tales　she　had　had　from

her　mother；　which　always　troubled　and　mystified　her　soul。

She　shared　a　sort　of　recklessness　with　her　father；　a

plete；　chosen　carelessness　that　had　the　laugh　of　ridicule　in

it。　He　loved　to　make　her　voice　go　high　and　shouting　and　defiant

with　laughter。　The　baby　was　dark…skinned　and　dark…haired；　like

the　mother；　and　had　hazel　eyes。　Brangwen　called　him　the

blackbird。

〃Hallo；〃　Brangwen　would　cry；　starting　as　he　heard　the　wail　of

the　child　announcing　it　wanted　to　be　taken　out　of　the　cradle；

〃there's　the　blackbird　tuning　up。〃

〃The　blackbird's　singing；〃　Anna　would　shout　with　delight；

〃the　blackbird's　singing。〃

〃When　the　pie　was　opened；〃　Brangwen　shouted　in　his　bawling

bass　voice；　going　over　to　the　cradle；　〃the　bird　began　to

sing。〃

〃Wasn't　it　a　dainty　dish　to　set　before　a　king？〃　cried　Anna；

her　eyes　flashing　with　joy　as　she　uttered　the　cryptic　words；

looking　at　Brangwen　for　confirmation。　He　sat　down　with　the　baby；

saying　loudly：

〃Sing　up；　my　lad；　sing　up。〃

And　the　baby　cried　loudly；　and　Anna　shouted　lustily；　dancing

in　wild　bliss：

〃Sing　a　song　of　sixpence

Pocketful　of　posies；

Ascha！　Ascha！〃

Then　she　stopped　suddenly　in　silence　and　looked　at　Brangwen

again；　her　eyes　flashing；　as　she　shouted　loudly　and

delightedly：

〃I've　got　it　wrong；　I've　got　it　wrong。〃

〃Oh；　my　sirs；〃　said　Tilly　entering；　〃what　a　ra