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『若草物語』Chapter XIX Amy’s Will

『Little Women(若草物語)』第19章「Amy’s Will」です。マーチおばさんの家に預けられたエイミーが、厳しい生活の中で孤独を感じながらも、エスターとの交流や祈りの習慣を通して少しずつ内面を見つめ直していきます。後半では、ベスの病気を心配したエイミーが、自分なりの真剣さで「遺言」を作る場面が描かれます。

動作・変化 感情・心理 不安・孤独・困難 場面・描写 人物・関係 重要表現

While these things were happening at home, Amy was having hard times at Aunt March’s.

She felt her exile deeply, and, for the first time in her life, realized how much she was beloved and petted at home.

Aunt March never petted any one; she did not approve of it.

But she meant to be kind, for the well-behaved little girl pleased her very much.

Aunt March had a soft place in her old heart for her nephew’s children, though she did not think proper to confess it.

She really did her best to make Amy happy, but, dear me, what mistakes she made!

Some old people keep young at heart in spite of wrinkles and gray hairs.

They can sympathize with children’s little cares and joys, and hide wise lessons under pleasant plays.

But Aunt March had not this gift, and she worried Amy with her rules, orders, prim ways, and long, prosy talks.

Finding the child more docile and amiable than her sister, the old lady felt it her duty to counteract the bad effects of home freedom.

So she took Amy in hand, and taught her as she herself had been taught sixty years ago.

This process carried dismay to Amy’s soul, and made her feel like a fly in the web of a very strict spider.

Illustration: Polish up the spoons and the fat silver teapot
挿絵:スプーンと丸い銀のティーポットを磨く

She had to wash the cups every morning, and polish up the old-fashioned spoons, the fat silver teapot, and the glasses, till they shone.

Then she must dust the room, and what a trying job that was!

Not a speck escaped Aunt March’s eye, and all the furniture had claw legs and much carving.

Then Polly must be fed, the lap-dog combed, and a dozen trips upstairs and down had to be made.

After these tiresome labors, she must do her lessons, which was a daily trial of every virtue she possessed.

Then she was allowed one hour for exercise or play, and didn’t she enjoy it?

Laurie came every day, and wheedled Aunt March, till Amy was allowed to go out with him.

After dinner, she had to read aloud, and sit still while the old lady slept.

Then patchwork or towels appeared, and Amy sewed with outward meekness and inward rebellion till dusk.

The evenings were the worst of all, for Aunt March fell to telling long stories about her youth.

They were so unutterably dull that Amy was always ready to go to bed.

* * *

If it had not been for Laurie and old Esther, the maid, she felt she never could have got through that dreadful time.

The parrot alone was enough to drive her distracted.

He revenged himself by being as mischievous as possible.

He pulled her hair, upset his bread and milk, made Mop bark, called her names, and behaved like a reprehensible old bird.

Then she could not endure the dog, a fat, cross beast, who snarled and yelped at her.

Illustration: On his back, with all his legs in the air
挿絵:仰向けになり、四本の足を宙に上げて

He lay on his back, with all his legs in the air, and a most idiotic expression of countenance when he wanted something to eat.

The cook was bad-tempered, the old coachman deaf, and Esther was the only one who ever took any notice of the young lady.

Esther was a Frenchwoman, who had lived with “Madame” for many years.

Her real name was Estelle, but Aunt March ordered her to change it.

She obeyed, on condition that she was never asked to change her religion.

She took a fancy to Mademoiselle, and amused her with odd stories of her life in France.

She also allowed her to roam about the great house and examine the curious things stored away in wardrobes and ancient chests.

For Aunt March hoarded like a magpie.

Amy’s chief delight was an Indian cabinet, full of queer drawers, little pigeon-holes, and secret places.

In it were kept all sorts of ornaments, some precious, some merely curious, all more or less antique.

To examine and arrange these things gave Amy great satisfaction.

Especially the jewel-cases, in which, on velvet cushions, reposed the ornaments of a belle forty years ago.

There were garnets, pearls, diamonds, mourning rings, queer lockets, baby bracelets, and Aunt March’s wedding-ring.

The wedding-ring was too small now for her fat finger, but put carefully away like the most precious jewel of them all.

Illustration: I should choose this
挿絵:私ならこれを選ぶわ

“Which would Mademoiselle choose if she had her will?” asked Esther.

“I like the diamonds best, but there is no necklace among them,” replied Amy.

“I should choose this if I might,” she said, admiring a string of gold and ebony beads with a heavy cross.

Esther said she too coveted it, but not as a necklace.

“To me it is a rosary, and as such I should use it like a good Catholic,” said Esther.

Amy asked if it was meant to pray with, like the good-smelling wooden beads hanging over Esther’s glass.

“Truly, yes, to pray with,” said Esther.

Amy said Esther seemed to take a great deal of comfort in her prayers, and wished she could do the same.

Esther advised her to go apart each day, to meditate and pray.

Amy liked the idea, for in her loneliness she felt the need of help of some sort.

Esther was truly pious and sincere in her advice.

Amy slowly replaced the shining rosary, shut the jewel-cases, and wondered where all these pretty things would go when Aunt March died.

“To you and your sisters,” whispered Esther. “Madame confides in me; I witnessed her will.”

Amy wished Aunt March would let them have the things now, observing that procrastination was not agreeable.

Esther hinted that the little turquoise ring might be given to Amy when she went.

“Oh, I’ll be a lamb, if I can only have that lovely ring!” cried Amy.

From that day she was a model of obedience, and the old lady complacently admired the success of her training.

* * *

Esther fitted up the closet with a little table, a footstool, and a picture from one of the shut-up rooms.

It was a valuable copy of one of the famous pictures of the world.

Amy’s beauty-loving eyes were never tired of looking up at the sweet face of the divine mother.

On the table she laid her little Testament and hymn-book, and kept a vase full of the best flowers Laurie brought her.

Every day she came to sit alone, thinking good thoughts, and praying the dear God to preserve her sister.

Esther had given her a rosary of black beads with a silver cross, but Amy hung it up and did not use it.

She felt doubtful as to its fitness for Protestant prayers.

The little girl was very sincere in all this.

Being left alone outside the safe home-nest, she felt the need of some kind hand to hold by.

She instinctively turned to the strong and tender Friend whose fatherly love surrounds little children.

She tried to forget herself, keep cheerful, and be satisfied with doing right, though no one saw or praised her.

In her first effort at being very, very good, she decided to make her will.

If she did fall ill and die, her possessions might be justly and generously divided.

It cost her a pang even to think of giving up the little treasures that were precious in her eyes.

During one of her play-hours, she wrote out the important document with some help from Esther.

She wanted Laurie as a second witness.

As it was a rainy day, she went upstairs to amuse herself in one of the large chambers.

There was a wardrobe full of old-fashioned costumes, with which Esther allowed her to play.

It was her favorite amusement to array herself in faded brocades and parade before the long mirror.

Illustration: Gravely promenaded to and fro
挿絵:まじめな顔で行ったり来たりした

She gravely promenaded to and fro, flirting her fan and tossing her head.

She wore a great pink turban, a blue brocade dress, yellow quilted petticoat, and high-heeled shoes.

Polly followed behind her, imitating her as well as he could.

Having restrained an explosion of merriment, Laurie tapped, and was graciously received.

Amy said she wanted to consult him about a very serious matter.

First she complained that Polly was “the trial of my life.”

She told how Polly had chased a spider and made Aunt March wake and scold them both.

The parrot cried, “That’s a lie! Oh lor!” and pecked at Laurie’s toes.

Amy took a paper out of her pocket and asked Laurie to read it.

“Tell me if it is legal and right. Life is uncertain, and I don’t want any ill-feeling over my tomb.”

Illustration: Amy’s Will
挿絵:エイミーの遺言

Amy’s Will / エイミーの遺言

MY LAST WILL AND TESTIMENT.

I, Amy Curtis March, being in my sane mind, do give and bequeethe all my earthly property.

To my father, my best pictures, sketches, maps, and works of art, including frames. Also my $100, to do what he likes with.

To my mother, all my clothes, except the blue apron with pockets; also my likeness, and my medal, with much love.

To my dear sister Margaret, I give my turquoise ring, if I get it, also my green box with the doves on it, my piece of real lace, and my sketch of her.

To Jo I leave my breast-pin, the one mended with sealing wax, also my bronze inkstand, and my most precious plaster rabbit, because I am sorry I burnt up her story.

To Beth, if she lives after me, I give my dolls and the little bureau, my fan, my linen collars, and my new slippers if she can wear them.

And I herewith also leave her my regret that I ever made fun of old Joanna.

To my friend and neighbor Theodore Laurence I bequeethe my papier-mâché portfolio, my clay model of a horse, and any one of my artistic works he likes.

To our venerable benefactor Mr. Laurence I leave my purple box with a looking glass in the cover.

To Hannah I give the bandbox she wanted and all the patchwork.

And now, having disposed of my most valuable property, I hope all will be satisfied and not blame the dead.

I forgive every one, and trust we may all meet when the trump shall sound. Amen.

AMY CURTIS MARCH.
Witnesses: ESTELLE VALNOR, THEODORE LAURENCE.

The last name was written in pencil, and Amy explained that Laurie was to rewrite it in ink and seal it properly.

Laurie asked what had put it into her head, and whether anyone had told her about Beth’s giving away her things.

Amy explained, and then asked anxiously, “What about Beth?”

Laurie told her that Beth had felt so ill one day that she wanted to give away her piano, cats, doll, locks of hair, and best love.

“She never thought of a will,” said Laurie.

Laurie signed and sealed as he spoke, and did not look up until a great tear dropped on the paper.

Amy’s face was full of trouble, but she only asked if people sometimes put codicils to their wills.

“Put one in mine then—that I wish all my curls cut off, and given round to my friends.”

“I want it done, though it will spoil my looks.”

Laurie added it, smiling at Amy’s last and greatest sacrifice.

Then he amused her for an hour and listened with interest to all her trials.

When he came to go, Amy held him back and whispered with trembling lips, “Is there really any danger about Beth?”

“I’m afraid there is; but we must hope for the best, so don’t cry, dear,” said Laurie.

He put his arm about her with a brotherly gesture, which was very comforting.

When he had gone, she went to her little chapel, and, sitting in the twilight, prayed for Beth.

She prayed with streaming tears and an aching heart.

She felt that a million turquoise rings would not console her for the loss of her gentle little sister.