①There was music from my neighbor's house through the summer nights. ②In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars. ③At high tide in the afternoon I watched his guests diving from the tower of his raft or taking the sun on the hot sand of his beach while his two motor-boats slit the waters of the sound, drawing aquaplanes over cataracts of foam. ④On week-ends his Rolls-Royce became an omnibus, bearing parties to and from the city, between nine in the morning and long past midnight, while his station wagon scampered like a brisk yellow bug to meet all trains. ⑤And on Mondays eight servants including an extra gardener toiled all day with mops and scrubbing-brushes and hammers and garden-shears, repairing the ravages of the night before.

⑥Every Friday five crates of oranges and lemons arrived from a fruiterer in New York—every Monday these same oranges and lemons left his back door in a pyramid of pulpless halves. ⑦There was a machine in the kitchen which could extract the juice of two hundred oranges in half an hour, if a little button was pressed two hundred times by a butler's thumb.

champagne [??m?pe?n] n．香檳酒

scamper [?sk?mp?] v．蹦蹦跳跳地跑，驚惶奔跑

fruiterer [?fru:t?r?] n．水果商