The Road to Oz / Путешествие в Страну Оз. Книга для чтения на английском языке

“Where do you live?” she asked.

“Don’t know,” was the reply.

“How did you come here?”

“Don’t know,” he said again.

“Don’t you know where you came from?”

“No,” said he.

“Why, he must be lost,” she said to the shaggy man. She turned to the boy once more.

“What are you going to do?” she inquired.

“Dig,” said he.

“But you can’t dig forever; and what are you going to do then?” she persisted.

“Don’t know,” said the boy.

“But you MUST know SOMETHING,” declared Dorothy, getting provoked.

“Must I?” he asked, looking up in surprise.

“Of course you must.”

“What must I know?”

“What’s going to become of you, for one thing[7 - for one thing – (разг.) для начала],” she answered.

“Do YOU know what’s going to become of me?” he asked.

“Not – not ’zactly,” she admitted.

“Do you know what’s going to become of YOU?” he continued, earnestly.

“I can’t say I do,” replied Dorothy, remembering her present difficulties.

The shaggy man laughed.

“No one knows everything, Dorothy,” he said.

“But Button-Bright doesn’t seem to know ANYthing,” she declared. “Do you, Button-Bright?”

He shook his head, which had pretty curls all over it, and replied with perfect calmness:

“Don’t know.”

Never before had Dorothy met with anyone who could give her so little information. The boy was evidently lost, and his people would be sure to worry about him.

He seemed two or three years younger than Dorothy, and was prettily dressed, as if someone loved him dearly and took much pains to make him look well. How, then, did he come to be in this lonely road? she wondered.

Near Button-Bright, on the ground, lay a sailor hat with a gilt anchor on the band. His sailor trousers were long and wide at the bottom, and the broad collar of his blouse had gold anchors sewed on its corners. The boy was still digging at his hole.

“Have you ever been to sea?” asked Dorothy.

“To see what?” answered Button-Bright.

“I mean, have you ever been where there’s water?”

“Yes,” said Button-Bright; “there’s a well in our back yard.”

“You don’t understand,” cried Dorothy. “I mean, have you ever been on a big ship floating on a big ocean?”

“Don’t know,” said he.

“Then why do you wear sailor clothes?”

“Don’t know,” he answered, again.