High above us in the darkness a solitary mocker poured out his repertoire in blissful unawareness of whose tree he sat in, plunging from the shrill kee, kee of the sunflower bird to the irascible qua-ack of a blue jay, to the sad lament of Poor Will, Poor Will, Poor Will. We turned the corner and I tripped on a root growing in the road. Jem tried to help me, but all he did was drop my costume in the dust. I didn’t fall, though, and soon we were on our way again. We turned off the road and entered the schoolyard. It was pitch black. 我們頭頂高處的陰影里，有一只孑立的善于模仿的鳴禽在恣意表演他的全部曲目，他很幸運他沒有意識到自己位于誰家的樹上，他的聲音忽地從尖銳的高音急降，從向日葵鳥的高音到藍松鴉暴躁的嘰嘰喳喳，到撲喂歐鳥即弱夜鷹悲慘的哀歌，“撲喂歐”、“撲喂歐（音同‘可憐的威爾’）”。我們轉(zhuǎn)過角落，然后我被長在路上的樹根給絆了一下。Jem想來幫我，但他只干成了把我的衣服丟在塵土里這一件事。不過，我并沒有摔倒，很快我們又繼續(xù)前進。我們離開馬路，進入了校園操場。那時的夜色跟瀝青一樣黑。