Vocabulary
- to untangle the bobbins of the yarn
- to plop oneself cross-legged on the bed
- to hum happily
- a locker
- a stroke of good luck
- to marvel at sth
- to establish sb as sb’s girl
- an onlooker
- to float through one’s mind (about thoughts)
- to list in a box (in a newspaper)
- to toss books on to the bed
- to put on a show
- to be unaware
- to circle the floor in sb’s arms
- to be in an obvious state of excitement
- to trade dances with sb
- to double-date
- to take sth for granted
- to ignore the fact
- to put in a lot of hard work
- to pick up a reserved book at the libe
- to look positively lovelorn
- to snap shut the combination lock
- to occur to sb
- to hurt sb’s feelings
- to choose words with care
- to be out of the question
- to lope around the gym
- to turn up with sb somewhere
- to find out for certain
- to give the volleyball a vicious whack
- to send the ball out of bounds
- to blurt out
- to undo sth
- to feel humiliated
Notes
a pair Argyle [a:'gail] socks – пара носков из разноцветной шерсти, связанные узором «ромбиками».
She belonged – она была своей в компании
... in the eyes of Woodmont High – на глазах у всей средней школы Вудмонта
Woodmontonian – «Вудмонтонец» - название школьной газеты
freshman – первокурсник
formal – танцевальный вечер, где приглашенные должны быть в вечерних туалетах
steak bake – пикник, когда главным угощением является мясное блюдо
"LOVE me on Monday, but don't love me one day. Love me on Tuesday..." Jane sang in a throaty voice as she tossed her schoolbooks on to her bed. She pulled a comb through her hair and, smiling dreamily, paused to run a finger over the design on her back-scratcher, now tied to her mirror-with a red ribbon. Then she kicked off her shoes and plopped herself cross-legged on the bed. English and French and the math assignment could wait. Jane was knitting Stan a pair of Argyle socks for Christmas.
With awkward fingers she untangled the bobbins of green and yellow yarn and, after reading the directions twice to make sure, began to knit from a ball of grey wool. "Love me on Tuesday, don't make it a blues day," she hummed happily, as she thought back over the first week of school. It had been a wonderful week. All her daydreams had come true. Stan's locker was almost directly across the hall from hers. This stroke of good luck was something not even Jane had dreamed of, and she marvelled at it several times a day when she saw Stan across the hall. Another piece of good fortune was that Stan's history class met in the room next to her French class. They even had the same lunch period and although Stan ate with a group of boys and Jane with several girls, they usually met on the lawn toward the end of the period and walked to their lockers together.
This was enough to establish Jane as Stan's girl in the eyes of Woodmont High, and because she was Stan's girl, Jane floated through the week in an aura of joy. She was no longer Jane Purdy, an onlooker. She was Jane Purdy, Stan Crandall's girl. She belonged. The other students watched her walk down the hall beside Stan and thought, Jane and Stan... And she was able to say, "Stan and I..." Memories floated through Jane's mind. Stan holding the handle of the drinking fountain for her. Stan sitting beside her on the front steps of the school, the golden-brown hair on his arms glinting in the sunlight. The touch of his identification bracelet against her wrist as his arm brushed hers in the crowded hall. Stan's greenish eyes smiling down at her as he leaned against her locker, or waited for her outside her French room, or stood in the same line in the cafeteria. Oh, it had been a wonderful week. Jane's eye fell on the first issue of the Woodmontonian, which had slipped out of her notebook when she tossed her books on to the bed. Listed in a box in the center of the front page were the school social activities for the semester. Jane put down her knitting and picked up the paper. The list began with a tea to introduce the freshmen to the faculty (thank goodness, she was past that stage). Next was an informal dance to be held in the school gymnasium on Friday night, just one week away. This was followed by the junior-class steak bake and movie in Woodmont Park the first week in October, a show put on by all the school clubs in November, and a Christmas formal in December.
An informal dance a week away. Jane read the story in the left-hand column of the paper, which told about the dance: music by Bob Starr and his All-Stars, a girl singer who had made a record that was tenth place on the Hit Parade, the members of the ticket committee and the decorating committee. Dreamily Jane went on with her knitting, unaware that she was working yellow wool into her pattern when she should have been using green. She saw herself circling the Woodmont High gym floor in Stan's arms and she would wear... She did not know what she would wear, but she was sure of one thing. She had enough baby-sitting money to buy a pair of shoes with real high heels, beautiful airy shoes – heels, thin soles, and wisps of leather to hold them on her feet, shoes so light she would scarcely know she was wearing them as she whirled in Stan's arms.
Of course, Stan hadn’t actually asked her to go to the dance yet... Jane dismissed this detail from her mind. When a boy sees a girl every day and takes her to dinner in the city and buys her a back-scratcher and notices the fog on her hair, naturally he asks her to go to the first school dance. He just hadn't got around to it yet. And this time maybe he could take the family car.
Just before dinner on Saturday the telephone rang. "Arf-arf!" barked Mr. Purdy. Since the night Jane had ridden to the city in the Doggie Diner truck, he had taken to barking every time the telephone or doorbell rang.
"Pop! Really!" protested Jane good-naturedly, as she went hopefully to the telephone. Honestly, the things that amused her father!
It was not Stan but Julie who was calling. "Jane, guess what!" Julie was in an obvious state of excitement. "Buzz asked me to go to the dance next Friday!"
"Julie! Did he really? How perfectly wonderful!" Jane was happy for her, not only because Julie was her best friend but because now she and Stan could trade dances with Buzz and Julie and perhaps see less of Marcy and whatever boy she chose to go with. Somehow, Jane did not like to think of Stan's dancing with Marcy.
"Stan has asked you to go, hasn't he?" Julie wanted to know.
"Not exactly," said Jane cautiously. "Not yet, but I'm seeing him tonight. We're going to the movies."
"And Jane," Julie went on, too engrossed in her own anticipation to notice Jane's hesitation, "Buzz's dad says he can take the car that night!"
"What wonderful luck!" agreed Jane.
"If Stan can't get his car maybe we could double-date," Julie suggested.
"That would be fun," answered Jane, "but I hope he can get the car."
That evening on the way to the movies and afterwards at Nibley's and on the walk home, Jane waited for Stan to mention the dance. He was unusually talkative and told her about the different dogs on his route – the pair of Dalmatians that waited for him and the boxer that chased the truck so far he often had to give the dog a ride home – but he did not mention the dance. Oh, well, thought Jane, that's how men are. He's probably taking it for granted. She found it very pleasant to be taken for granted by Stan.
By Monday morning it was impossible for any student to ignore the fact that Woodmont High was having a dance on Friday night. Posters in the shape of autumn leaves and footballs appeared on every bulletin board, banners were hung across the halls, and a reminder to get your tickets now, one dollar per couple, was printed in the daily bulletin. When Stan walked across the hall to Jane's locker to say hello, she said, "The dance committee must have put in a lot of hard work over the weekend to get all those posters up."
"It sure did," agreed Stan. "Well, so long. I've got to pick up a reserved book at the libe before class."
Jane stood with hand on her locker door, looking uncertainly after Stan as he made his way through the crowd in the direction of the library. It almost seemed as if he had been in a hurry to get away from her when she mentioned the dance. Naturally he was in a hurry, she told herself. He didn't have time to stand around talking when he had to go to the library, check out a book, and walk downstairs again before first period. Still...
"What are you looking so wistful about?" asked Liz Galpin, who had been assigned to share the locker with Jane.
"Was I looking wistful?" Jane answered lightly. I didn't know it showed, she thought. There was something about Liz, with her dark-rimmed glasses and her hair chopped off any old way, as if it didn't matter how she looked, that made Jane feel fluffy and not very bright.
"You looked positively lovelorn," said Liz as she stowed a couple of thin books, poetry probably, in their locker.
"It must be something I ate," answered Jane, trying to look bored like Marcy. She closed the locker, snapped shut the combination lock, and was about to go to her first-period study hall when she saw George, the old family friend, coming purposefully toward her.
"Hi," she said, wondering why he was taking the trouble to cross the crowded hall to speak to her.
"Hello, Jane," he said. "How about going to the dance with me Friday night?" He spoke rapidly, as if he were anxious to get the words out of the way.
Jane could feel the blood rush to her face. She had been so engrossed in Stan that it had never occurred to her anyone else might ask her to go to the dance. By this time she thought it was obvious to everyone at Woodmont High that she was Stan's girl. But apparently it was not obvious to George, who was probably so busy with his rock collection and his chemistry experiments that he hadn't noticed. That was George for you – oblivious, buried in science, with that lock of hair sticking up as usual.
What an awful situation! How perfectly awful! Jane stared at the floor while she tried to think what to say that would not hurt George's feelings, yet would leave her free to go to the dance with Stan. She had to choose her words with care. Going to the dance with George was out of the question. Loping around the gym trying to appear two inches shorter than she was, when she had dreamed of whirling in Stan's arms in her first high heels! It was impossible.
If she said she already had a date with Stan she wouldn't be telling the truth and George might know it. If she said she was busy Friday evening and then George took another girl to the dance and she turned up with Stan – well, that wouldn't do either. But she couldn't just stand there. She had to say something. "I — I'm sorry, George," she said at last. "I already have a date for Friday night." And she told herself she did – almost.
"Well, O.K. Some other time maybe." George's face was as flushed with embarrassment as Jane's.
He knows, thought Jane miserably. George had guessed that she didn't want to go with him and that she didn't really have a date. He might be oblivious about a lot of things, but he wasn't stupid.
They stood facing one another, Jane ashamed to have hurt George's feelings and George embarrassed to have his feelings hurt, uncertain of what to say next, until the sound of the first bell clanging through the hall rescued them. "See you around," muttered George, and disappeared into the stream of students moving toward their classrooms.
Well, I don't care, thought Jane defiantly. I do have a date — sort of. And anyway, she had always suspected George's mother made him take her out, because she was an old friend of the family; his mother probably told him she was a sweet, sensible girl. But Jane did care. Because she had hurt the feelings of someone she liked, she felt uneasy and uncomfortable all the rest of the day. On the way home from school she walked past the shoe store without stopping to search the windows for the dancing shoes she dreamed about — the delicate shoes with heels, soles, and mere wisps of leather to hold them to her feet. Darn Stan anyway.
By Tuesday morning Jane was cheerful again. This was the day Stan would mention the dance. He had just forgotten — men were so absent-minded about such things – and he had been carrying the tickets in his wallet all the time.
As usual he crossed the hall to her locker and said, "Hi, Jane."
"Hi," she said and waited.
"Old Hargrave is really piling it on in maths," he said. "I thought I was going to be up all night on his assignment."
Plainly Stan was not thinking about the dance and yet Jane did not see how he could forget it, when the whole school was plastered with banners and posters and cardboard autumn leaves.
Later in the morning a girl in Jane's algebra class remarked wistfully, "I suppose you're going to the dance with Stan."
Jane smiled and said nothing. A smile could mean anything.
"Of course you're going to the dance with Stan," said another girl, in the cafeteria during lunch period.
"Could be," said Jane. "I hope they're serving lemon pie today."
'' You 're sure lucky,'' answered the girl. '' I wish a new boy would turn up for me."
Jane realized the situation was getting complicated. She could not honestly say she was going to the dance with Stan, and neither could she say she was not going with him. Her pride would not let her admit to anyone that she had not been asked'. It would be all over school in half an hour. Everyone would talk and wonder. The boys would think she wasn't any fun on a date and the girls would start inviting Stan to parties and asking him to help them with their maths. And what would she be doing? Drinking cokes with the girls on Saturday nights?
It was while she was playing volleyball during her gym class that Jane made up her mind that she could not stand this uncertainty any longer. A few minutes before, while she was changing into her shirt and shorts in her locker room, two girls had asked her what she was going to wear Friday night. Waiting her turn to serve, Jane decided that when Stan walked down the hall with her between sixth and seventh periods she would bring up the dance once more and find out for certain whether she had a date or not. She was sure she did — well, pretty sure — but she wanted to hear Stan say so himself. Satisfied that she had at least made a decision, Jane gave the volleyball a vicious whack that sent it out of bounds.
That afternoon when Stan met Jane outside her French class she said gaily, "Bonjour."
Stan grinned at her. "Onjourbay," he answered. "French pig Latin. How's that for class!"
Jane laughed, but her thoughts were fixed on bringing up the subject of the dance. Her mouth was dry, and all the gay, casual remarks she had composed during her French class had slipped away from her. If this continued much longer she was sure to flunk everything.
When they reached the door of Room 214, Jane's English classroom, Jane turned to Stan. This was the moment. Somehow, words came out of her mouth, and they were not at all the words she had meant to speak. "George asked me to go to the dance Friday, but I said I already had a date," she blurted out.
And expression – could it be relief? – crossed Stan's face. "Hey, that's s well!" Stan was enthusiastic about something; just what, Jane was not sure. She stared at him, shocked by his reaction.
"If you have a date we can trade dances," Stan went on.
"But I don't," Jane cried out in spite of herself. "I thought - "
The bell clanging through the hall stopped Jane from saying any more, but she could not help giving Stan one stricken look. His expression changed from enthusiasm to bewilderment, embarrassment, worst of all — how could she bear it? — pity. Silently Jane fled into Room 214, and Miss Locke, her English teacher, closed the door behind her.
The efforts of Miss Locke to teach clear thinking in English composition were wasted on Jane during the next hour. Squinting modifiers, dangling participles – who cared? All she could think about was herself and Stan. Now it was all so painfully clear. Now, when it was too late to undo what she had done. Stan had asked another girl (What girl? Who could she be?) to go to the dance, when she had assumed he would ask her. And she had let him know she expected him to ask her, and now he felt sorry for her. Never in her life had felt Jane so hurt, so humiliated.
Of course Stan had a right to ask anyone he pleased to the dance. But she had thought... she had wanted... she had been so sure. He was everything she liked in a boy. Oh, how could Miss Locke stand there and go on about squinting modifiers? How could she care?
The irony of it all, having to sit through Miss Locke's lesson in clear thinking after she had been so dumb! Stan was so nice to be with and she had been so sure... But she had no right to be sure. She knew that now. If only she had known it before she spoke to Stan. Stan, who now felt sorry for her, poor little Jane Purdy, the girl who got her hopes up, just because he had had a few dates with her and had bought her a back-scratcher. A back-scratcher! How silly it seemed now. How could she have taken it so seriously? A back-scratcher!
But even though Stan had asked some other girl to go to the dance, even though he felt sorry for her, Jane could not dislike Stan. It wasn't his fault she was so stupid. She could never, never face him again, but she still liked him. She would avoid him in die hall, keep her books in Julie's locker, forget him if she could. A few dates, and one wonderful week at school, and now she was no longer Jane Purdy, Stan's girl, a girl who belonged. She was plain Jane Purdy, a nice girl but nobody special. It was all over.
Now if she were the kind of girl Marcy was, nothing like this would ever happen. If she were like Marcy, Stan would want to take her to the dance and would have asked her for a date way ahead to be sure no other boy would ask her first/And then a thought came to Jane that Stan might be taking Marcy to the dance. She remembered the way they had talked together in the Chinese restaurant. But no, he couldn't be taking Marcy. She would have heard about it before now – unless everyone was trying to keep it from her so her feelings wouldn't be hurt.
Jane stared blankly at the blackboard while Miss Locke wrote with squeaking chalk, "Some members of the class I know are not paying attention." Miss Locke always liked to relate her examples to the experience of her students. Several girls laughed politely.
"Jane," said Miss Locke, pointing to the sentence with the chalk, "can you tell us what is wrong with this sentence?"
Jane forced her eyes to focus on the blackboard. The words were meaningless. "I'm sorry, Miss Locke," she said. "I guess I wasn't paying attention." This brought a loud laugh from several boys in the back of the room and a titter from the rest of the class.
"Elizabeth, would you tell Jane what is wrong in the sentence?" asked Miss Locke.
Jane tried to look as if she were absorbing this bit of knowledge, but all the time she was thinking desperately, Will I be so dumb about boys when I am sixteen? Will I still be so dumb?
Vocabulary Practice
I. Write the transcription, read and translate the following words and phrases:
a throaty voice; an aura of joy; the drinking fountain; identification bracelet; the first issue; left-hand column; hit-parade; airy shoes; wips of leather; whirl in his arms; back-scratcher; good-naturedly; cautiously; double-date; bulletin board; poster; dark-rimmed glasses; feel fluffy; a vicious whack; casual remarks; to blurt out; enthusiastic; bewilderment; embarrassment; humiliated; assume; the Chinese restaurant; squeaking chalk; meaningless; a titter.
II. Translate into English:
сбросить туфли; клубок серой шерсти; тихонько напевать; полоса везения; наблюдатель; общественная работа; в состоянии явного волнения; поглощенный своим собственным предвкушением; догонять; делить шкафчик для одежды; номерной замок; страдающий от безнадёжной любви; оскорблять чьи-либо чувства; покраснеть от смущения; чувствовать себя не в своей тарелке; задумчиво; выяснять наверняка; послать мяч в аут; думать отчаянно.
III. Reproduce the situations from the text where the active vocabulary is used. Think of your own sentences with the words from the list.
IV. Suggest words and word combinations from active vocabulary for the following:
- don't know
- to worry greatly
- to stop thinking about sth
- to admire at sth
- to disregard the fact
- to sing in a low voice happily
- a small wardrobe in a school cloak room
- an observer
- to be accepted as sb’s girl
- to exchange dances with sb
- to borrow a book at the library
- to come to someone’s mind
- to offend sb
- to jump around the gym
- to call off sth
- to clear up for sure
- to appear with sb somewhere
- to say suddenly and without thinking
- to overload with maths
V. Choose the correct statement:
- Jane sang in a throaty voice as
a) She did the flat
b) She read a magazine
c) Tossed her schoolbooks on her bed
- Another piece of good fortune was that
a) Stan invited her to go to the pictures
b) Stan presented her nice flowers
c) Stan’s history class met in the room next to her French class
- That evening on the way to the movies and afterwards at Nibley’s and on the walk home, Jane waited for
a) Stan to mention the dance
b) her English teacher put her a five for the test-paper
c) her friends to visit her
- By Monday morning it was impossible for any student to ignore the fact that
a) final exams were coming
b) Woodmont High was having a dance on Friday night
c) summer holidays were coming
- By this time she thought it was obvious to everyone at Woodmont High that
a) she was in love with Stan
b) she would go to the dance party with Stan
c) she was Stan’s girl
6. George had guessed that
a) Stan would go to the dance with Marcy
b) She didn’t want to go with him and that she didn’t really have a date
c) Jane would be glad to go with him
VI. Answer the following questions:
- Who is the main character of the story?
2. Why was Jane in good mood when she came home from school?
- What attracted her attention in the Woodmontonian?
- What did the girl dream of?
- What embarrassed Jane in Stan’s behaviour later?
- Who wanted to invite Jane to go to the dance?
- What made Jane upset?
- Did she do well at school at this period?
VII. Topics for general discussion
- What kind of story is it?
- What do you think about Jane’s character?
3. What did you know about American pupils’ life and extra curricular activities?
- Who was George?
- Why didn’t Jane want to hurt his feelings?
- Can you guess who would be Stan’s partner at the dance party?
