哈洛薇夫人站在自家维多利亚式小楼卧室敞开的窗户前,注视着小汤米·莫里斯。在酷热难耐、空无一人的操场上,小汤米正无力地走着。他扇着衬衫衣角,想让自己凉快些,然而一点效果也没有。他捋了捋黏糊糊的额头上的头发。其他孩子懒散地站在靠近教室搭建的一个凉棚底下,那里可以躲避中午的烈日。值日的老师是个刚刚大学毕业的小姑娘,她也站在凉棚下面。她朝汤米喊了一声什么,可汤米没有理会她。汤米终于走到操场中间,他疲惫地弯下腰,捡起地上的那条羊毛围巾——早晨,他把围巾戴在他堆的那个雪人的脖子上了。 Mrs Hallovye stood in front of the open windows in the bedroom of her own Victorian town, watching Tommy Morris. In hot and unforgiving playground, Tommy is walking impotently. He fanned shirt shirts and wanted to cool himself, but not at all. He sipped his slim hair on his forehead. The other children lazily stood under a pergola near the classroom, where they could avoid the noon sun. The teacher on duty is a young girl who just graduated from college, and she also stands under the pergola. She shouted at Tommy, but Tommy ignored her. Tommy finally walked to the middle of the playground and he bent over exhaustedly and picked up the woolen scarf on the floor - in the morning he put his scarf on the neck of the snowman on his pile.