题目End of the Line
When Frank and I stepped through the post office doors,there was a crowd gathered,gawking at the new fixture on the wall like a chorus of wide-mouthed frogs.I had to get closer,and that was where being a girl that's scrawnier than a wire fence came in handy.Fortunately,Frank,my twin of eleven years,was just the same.
"Come on." I said,grabbing his hand,and we slid through the cracks between people until we spilled out in front.
Finally I got a good look.It was fixed to the plaster next to the postmaster's window,the place of honor usually reserved for the Wanted posters.Beady-eyed Zedekiah Smith,the bank robber,still hung there,but even he had been pushed aside for something more important.
A telephone.The first one in town. 题目End of the Line
When Frank and I stepped through the post office doors,there was a crowd gathered,gawking at the new fixture on the wall like a chorus of wide-mouthed frogs.I had to get closer,and that was where being a girl that's scrawnier than a wire fence came in handy.Fortunately,Frank,my twin of eleven years,was just the same.
"Come on." I said,grabbing his hand,and we slid through the cracks between people until we spilled out in front.
Finally I got a good look.It was fixed to the plaster next to the postmaster's window,the place of honor usually reserved for the Wanted posters.Beady-eyed Zedekiah Smith,the bank robber,still hung there,but even he had been pushed aside for something more important.
A telephone.The first one in town.