英語童話精粹（簡體書）

flat and smooth between the tall sides of the gravel-pit. And all the gleamingheap was minted gold. And on the sides and edges of these countless coinsthe midday sun shone and sparkled, and glowed and gleamed till the quarrylooked like the mouth of a smelting furnace, or one of the fairy halls that yousee sometimes in the sky at sunset.
The children stood with their mouths open, and no one said a word.
At last Robert stooped and picked up one of the loose coins from the edgeof the heap by the cart-road, and looked at it. He looked on both sides. Then hesaid in a low voice, quite different to his own. "Its not sovereigns."
"Its gold, anyway," said Cyril. And now they all began to talk at once.They all picked up the golden treasure by handfuls and let it run through theirfingers like water, and the chink it made as it fell was wonderful music. At firstthey quite forgot to think of spending the money, it was so nice to play with.Jane sat down between two heaps of gold, and Robert began to bury her, asyou bury your father in sand when you are at the seaside and he has gone tosleep on the beach with his newspaper over his face. But Jane was not halfburied before she cried out, "Oh, stop, its too heavy! It hurts!"
Robert said "Bosh!" and went on.
"Let me out, I tell you," cried Jane, and was taken out, very white, andtrembling a little.
"Youve no idea what its like," she said; "its like stones on you-or likechains."
"Look here," Cyril said, "if this is to do us any good, its no good ourstaying gasping at it like this. Lets fill our pockets and go and buy things.Dont you forget, it wont last after sunset. I wish wed asked the Sammyaddwhy things dont turn to stone. Perhaps this will. Ill tell you what, theres apony and cart in the village."