第3期:萨姆(3)

After supper that evening, Sam and his father sat for a while on the porch. Sam was reading a bird book.

"Pop," said Sam, "do you think we'll be coming back to camp again about a month from now

I mean, in about thirty-five days or something like that?"

"I guess so," replied Mr. Beaver. "I certainly hope so. But why thirty-five days? what's so special about thirty-five days?"

"Oh, nothing," said Sam. "I just thought it might be very nice around here in thirty-five days."

"That's the craziest thing I ever heard of," said Mr. Beaver. "It's nice here all the time."

Sam went indoors.

He knew a lot about birds, and he knew it would take a swan about thirty-five days to hatch her eggs.

He hoped he could be at the pond to see the young ones when they came out of the eggs.

Sam kept a diary--a daybook about his life. It was just a cheap notebook that was always by his bed.