12He was working all the time he was talking and Mary was following him and helping him with her fork or the trowel. "There's a lot of work to do here!" he said once, looking about quite exultantly. "Will you come again and help me to do it?" Mary begged. "I'm sure I can help, too. I can dig and pull up weeds, and do whatever you tell me. Oh! do come, Dickon!" "I'll come every day if tha' wants me, rain or shine," he answered stoutly. "It's the best fun I ever had in my life-- shut in here an' wakenin' up a garden." "If you will come," said Mary, "if you will help me to make it alive I'll--I don't know what I'll do," she ended helplessly. What could you do for a boy like that? "I'll tell thee what tha'll do," said Dickon, with his happy grin. "Tha'll get fat an' tha'll get as hungry as a young fox an' tha'll learn how to talk to th' robin same as I do. Eh! we'll have a lot o' fun." ---------------------------------------
trowel [ ˈtraʊəl ] - 모종삽
13 He began to walk about, looking up in the trees and at the walls and bushes with a thoughtful expression. "I wouldn't want to make it look like a gardener's garden, all clipped an' spick an' span, would you?" he said. "It's nicer like this with things runnin' wild, an' swingin' an' catchin' hold of each other." "Don't let us make it tidy," said Mary anxiously. "It wouldn't seem like a secret garden if it was tidy." Dickon stood rubbing his rusty-red head with a rather puzzled look. "It's a secret garden sure enough," he said, "but seems like some one besides th' robin must have been in it since it was shut up ten year' ago." "But the door was locked and the key was buried," said Mary. "No one could get in." "That's true," he answered. "It's a queer place. Seems to me as if there'd been a bit o' prunin' done here an' there, later than ten year' ago." "But how could it have been done?" said Mary. He was examining a branch of a standard rose and he shook his head. "Aye! how could it!" he murmured. "With th' door locked an' th' key buried." ---------------------------------------
pruning [ prú:niŋ ] - (나무) 가지치기, 전지
14 Mistress Mary always felt that however many years she lived she should never forget that first morning when her garden began to grow. Of course, it did seem to begin to grow for her that morning. When Dickon began to clear places to plant seeds, she remembered what Basil had sung at her when he wanted to tease her. "Are there any flowers that look like bells?" she inquired. "Lilies o' th' valley does," he answered, digging away with the trowel, "an' there's Canterbury bells, an' campanulas." "Let's plant some," said Mary. "There's lilies o' th, valley here already; I saw 'em. They'll have growed too close an' we'll have to separate 'em, but there's plenty. Th' other ones takes two years to bloom from seed, but I can bring you some bits o' plants from our cottage garden. Why does tha' want 'em?" ---------------------------------------
dig away - 계속해서 파다
15 Then Mary told him about Basil and his brothers and sisters in India and of how she had hated them and of their calling her "Mistress Mary Quite Contrary." "They used to dance round and sing at me. They sang-- `Mistress Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells, And marigolds all in a row.' I just remembered it and it made me wonder if there were really flowers like silver bells." She frowned a little and gave her trowel a rather spiteful dig into the earth. "I wasn't as contrary as they were." ---------------------------------------
It alludes to tiny peas in a pod which, more or less all look the same in size, color. They are also packed into the pod very tightly so; this idiom is also used to suggest two or more people being close or inseparable.
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1. Those boys could be twins. They are like two peas in a pod. 2. Just like their mamas, the two boys hit it off like two peas in a pod. 3. Relationship and compromise are like two peas in a pod.
Taken literally, this idiom means to blow air (oxygen) onto the fire to increase the intensity of the flames. Just as the wind makes forest fires worse. It was used by Dickens in the mid-1800s in The Old Curiosity Shop.
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1. The pandemic has fanned the flames of hate among communities. 2. She had fancied Karl for ages, and when he smiled at her, he fanned the flames even more. 3. I believe the political leader is fanning the flames of racial unrest.
it is quite an old expression. One of the earliest examples can be found in a poem called “The Passionate Shepherd to His Love”written by Christopher Marlowe (also known as Kit Marlowe), published in 1599 after the death of the author. “And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle”
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1. The corrupt leaders have made their life a bed of roses with the help of black money. 2. Making money is not a bed of roses, so wake up early and go to work. 3. She found that taking care of old parents was not a bed of roses.
It is believed that this phrase wasinvented in the 1870s during slavery inthe southern states of America. As part ofa dance or celebration organized by slaveowners, black slaves would compete incake walksperforming a dance whichimitated and subtly mocked the elaborateand ostentatious gestures of the whiteslave owners. The most elegantcouple/team would be given a cake as anaward. It seems that the white slaveowners didn't understand that they werebeing mocked in these elaborate cakewalkdances, and took great delight inwatching their slavesemulating their refined behavior. The piece of cake that was awarded as the prize to the best couple/team, came to be known among the blacks as something very easy to obtain.
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1. Don't worry, Sophie. This job interview will be a piece of cake for you. You have all the skills they need and I think you're absolutely the best candidate. 2. They said the test would be difficult, but it was a piece of cake. I'll pass with no problem at all. 3. Don't think that this term's work will be a piece of cake. You'll have to study hard to get good grades.
The concept behind the origination of this idiom is second but rare appearance of the full moon in same month. Blue moon is the full moon that appears second time in same calendar month and this phenomenon happens only once in 32 months. Apart from that, sometime the full moon appears to be different in color especially blue and orange and bigger in size. This idiomatic expression is in use since 1800s.
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1. I don't know why she bought that music system. She uses it once in a blue moon. 2. I think my grandson doesn't love me anymore, he comes to see me only once in a blue moon. 3. Although I trust in God, I visit that famous temple only once in a blue moon.
6 She quite panted with eagerness, and Dickon was as eager as she was. They went from tree to tree and from bush to bush. Dickon carried his knife in his hand and showed her things which she thought wonderful. "They've run wild," he said, "but th' strongest ones has fair thrived on it. The delicatest ones has died out, but th' others has growed an' growed, an' spread an' spread, till they's a wonder. See here!" and he pulled down a thick gray, dry-looking branch. "A body might think this was dead wood, but I don't believe it is--down to th' root. I'll cut it low down an' see." He knelt and with his knife cut the lifeless-looking branch through, not far above the earth. "There!" he said exultantly. "I told thee so. There's green in that wood yet. Look at it."
7 Mary was down on her knees before he spoke, gazingwith all her might. "When it looks a bit greenish an' juicy like that, it's wick," he explained. "When th' inside is dry an' breaks easy, like this here piece I've cut off, it's done for. There's a big root here as all this live wood sprung out of, an' if th' old wood's cut off an' it's dug round, and took care of there'll be--" he stopped and lifted his face to look up at the climbing and hanging sprays above him--"there'll be a fountain o' roses here this summer."
8 They went from bush to bush and from tree to tree. He was very strong and clever with his knife and knew how to cut the dry and dead wood away, and could tell when an unpromisingbough or twig had still green life in it. In the course of half an hour Mary thought she could tell too, and when he cut through a lifeless-looking branch she would cry out joyfully under her breath when she caught sight of the least shade of moist green. The spade, and hoe, and fork were very useful. He showed her how to use the fork while he dug about roots with the spade and stirred the earth and let the air in. ---------------------------------------
hoe-괭이, spade/shovle -삽, fork-갈퀴
cut off, cut away, cut out - 잘라내다
9 They were working industriously round one of the biggest standard roses when he caught sight of something which made him utter an exclamation of surprise. "Why!" he cried, pointing to the grass a few feet away. "Who did that there?" It was one of Mary's own little clearings round the pale green points. "I did it," said Mary. "Why, I thought tha' didn't know nothin' about gardenin'," he exclaimed. "I don't," she answered, "but they were so little, and the grass was so thick and strong, and they looked as if they had no room to breathe. So I made a place for them. I don't even know what they are."
10 Dickon went and knelt down by them, smiling his wide smile. "Tha' was right," he said. "A gardener couldn't have told thee better. They'll grow now like Jack's bean-stalk. They're crocuses an' snowdrops, an' these here is narcissuses," turning to another patch, "an here's daffydowndillys. Eh! they will be a sight." He ran from one clearing to another. "Tha' has done a lot o' work for such a little wench," he said, looking her over. "I'm growing fatter," said Mary, "and I'm growing stronger. I used always to be tired. When I dig I'm not tired at all. I like to smell the earth when it's turned up." ---------------------------------------------------------
thee/thou - you의 옛날표현
wench - 젊은처녀
11 "It's rare good for thee," he said, nodding his head wisely. "There's naughtas nice as th' smell o' good clean earth, except th' smell o' fresh growin' things when th' rain falls on 'em. I get out on th' moor many a day when it's rainin' an' I lie under a bush an' listen to th' soft swish o' drops on th' heather an, I just sniff an, sniff. My nose end fair quivers like a rabbit's, mother says." "Do you never catch cold?" inquired Mary, gazing at him wonderingly. She had never seen such a funny boy, or such a nice one. "Not me," he said, grinning. "I never ketched cold since I was born. I wasn't brought up nesh enough. I've chased about th' moor in all weathers same as th' rabbits does. Mother says I've sniffed up too much fresh air for twelve year' to ever get to sniffin' with cold. I'm as tough as a white-thorn knobstick." ---------------------------------------------------------
1 For two or three minutes he stood looking round him, while Mary watched him, and then he began to walk about softly, even more lightly than Mary had walked the first time she had found herself inside the four walls. His eyes seemed to be taking in everything--the gray trees with the gray creepers climbing over them and hanging from their branches, the tangle on the walls and among the grass, the evergreen alcoves with the stone seats and tall flower urns standing in them. ---------------------------------------------------------
alcove[ælkoʊv] - 벽감(벽면을 우묵하게 들어가게 해서 만든 공간)
urn[ɜ:rn] - (차·커피를 끓이는 데 쓰는 큰) 주전자,(유골을 담는) 항아리
2 "I never thought I'd see this place," he said at last, in a whisper. "Did you know about it?" asked Mary. She had spoken aloud and he made a sign to her. "We must talk low," he said, "or some one'll hear us an' wonder what's to do in here." "Oh! I forgot!" said Mary, feeling frightened and putting her hand quickly against her mouth. "Did you know about the garden?" she asked again when she had recovered herself. Dickon nodded.
3 "Martha told me there was one as no one ever went inside," he answered. "Us used to wonder what it was like."He stopped and looked round at the lovely gray tangle about him, and his round eyes looked queerly happy."Eh! the nests as'll be here come springtime," he said. "It'd be th' safest nestin' place in England. No one never comin' near an' tangles o' trees an' roses to build in. I wonder all th' birds on th' moor don't build here."Mistress Mary put her hand on his arm again without knowing it."Will there be roses?" she whispered. "Can you tell? I thought perhaps they were all dead.""Eh! No! Not them--not all of 'em!" he answered. "Look here!" =================================================
moor[mʊr] - 황무지
queerly[kwɪrli] - 괴상하게
4 He stepped over to the nearest tree--an old, old one with gray lichen all over its bark, but upholding a curtain of tangled sprays and branches. He took a thick knife out of his Pocket and opened one of its blades. "There's lots o' dead wood as ought to be cut out," he said. "An' there's a lot o' old wood, but it made some new last year. This here's a new bit," and he touched a shoot which looked brownish green instead of hard, dry gray. Mary touched it herself in an eager, reverent way. =================================================
bark - 나무껍질, 개 짓는 소리
5 "That one?" she said. "Is that one quite alive quite?" Dickon curved his wide smiling mouth. "It's as wick as you or me," he said; and Mary remembered that Martha had told her that "wick" meant "alive" or "lively." "I'm glad it's wick!" she cried out in her whisper. "I want them all to be wick. Let us go round the garden and count how many wick ones there are."
