Чарли и шоколадная фабрика
What It Said on the Golden Ticket
’Iwill!’shoutedGrandpaJoe,leapingoutofbedonceagain.’I’lltakehim!I’lllookafterhim!Youleaveittome!’
MrsBucketsmiledattheoldman,thensheturnedtoherhusbandandsaid, ’Howaboutyou,dear?Don’tyouthinkyououghttogo?’
’Well...’MrBucketsaid,pausingtothinkaboutit,’no...I’mnotsosurethatIshould.’
’Butyoumust.’
’There’snomustaboutit,mydear,’MrBucketsaidgently.’Mindyou,I’dlovetogo.It’llbetremendouslyexciting. Butontheotherhand...IbelievethatthepersonwhoreallydeservestogomostofallisGrandpaJoehimself. Heseemstoknowmoreaboutitthanwedo.Provided,ofcourse,thathefeelswellenough...’
’Yippeeeeee!’shoutedGrandpaJoe,seizingCharliebythehandsanddancingroundtheroom.
’Hecertainlyseemswellenough,’MrsBucketsaid,laughing.’Yes...perhapsyou’rerightafterall.PerhapsGrandpaJoeshouldbetheonetogowithhim. Icertainlycan’tgomyselfandleavetheotherthreeoldpeopleallaloneinbedforawholeday.’
’Hallelujah!’yelledGrandpaJoe.’PraisetheLord!’
Atthatpoint,therecamealoudknockonthefrontdoor. MrBucketwenttoopenit,andthenextmoment,swarmsofnewspapermenandphotographerswerepouringintothehouse.
