Bill, Bingo and Bram 6

　　I subconsciously(潜意识地) thought it odd to see Bill any where outside his home - I had actually never seen him anywhere but within about 10 yards of his house. He rarely ventured even outside of his backyard domain,but the fuss next-door but two drew him. Seeing him now was like looking at a lost member of Captain Scott's Antarctic Expedition - not only that, but he was walking straight into a mantrap in his carpet slippers.

　　Bingo was in no mood to be talked down, won over with tid bits, clucked at, cooed(咕咕叫) over or asked:

　　"Whassamarrer then yer silly lad? Eh, whassup with him then?"

　　Dad called over the rose trellis(格子,框架) work which arched unsteadily across our shoulder high wall:

　　"I should leave well enough alone here, Bill!"

　　Bill peeked between the gaps in the trellis: