Tamsin took bus nine home from work every day. The ride was long. She knew every stop by heart.
塔姆辛每天下班都坐九路公交车回家。路程很长，每一站她都记得清清楚楚。
One Thursday, the bus driver spoke. His name was Wiktor. He had a kind, tired voice.
有一个星期四，公交车司机开口说话了。他叫维克托，声音温和而疲惫。
"Next stop, Lamp Street," he said.
“下一站，路灯街，”他说。
Tamsin looked up. "There is no Lamp Street," she said.
塔姆辛抬起头。“没有路灯街啊，”她说。
"There is," said Wiktor. "But only on Thursdays."
“有的，”维克托说，“不过只在星期四有。”
The bus stopped. The doors opened with a soft sound. Outside, she saw a small square and one tall lamp. A long table stood under the light.
车停了。车门轻轻地打开。外面有一个小广场，还有一盏高高的路灯。灯光下摆着一张长桌。
Tamsin looked at the empty seats on the bus. Nobody else moved. She got off.
塔姆辛看了看车上的空座位。没有别人动。她下了车。
The air was warm. The square was quiet. On the table, she saw many things. There were gloves, keys, books, and umbrellas. There was a blue hat and a yellow bag.
空气很温暖，广场很安静。桌子上摆着许多东西：手套、钥匙、书和雨伞，还有一顶蓝帽子和一个黄色的包。
A woman sat behind the table. She wore a green coat. "Good evening," she said. "My name is Anouk."
桌子后面坐着一位女士，穿着绿色的外套。“晚上好，”她说，“我叫阿努克。”
"What is this place?" Tamsin asked.
“这是什么地方？”塔姆辛问。
"This is the stop for lost things," said Anouk. "Everything people lose on the bus comes here."
“这是失物站，”阿努克说，“人们在公交车上丢的东西，都会来到这里。”
"Everything?" asked Tamsin.
“所有东西吗？”塔姆辛问。
"Yes, everything. But the stop is open only one night each week."
“对，所有东西。不过这一站每周只开一个晚上。”
Tamsin walked along the table. She looked at every thing. Then she stopped. Her heart jumped.
塔姆辛沿着桌子走，一样一样地看。然后她停住了，心猛地一跳。
"My red scarf!" she said. "I lost it last winter."
“我的红围巾！”她说，“我去年冬天丢的。”
"Then it is yours," said Anouk. She gave Tamsin the scarf. It was soft and clean. It smelled like her old home.
“那它就是你的了，”阿努克说。她把围巾递给塔姆辛。围巾柔软干净，闻起来有她旧家的味道。
"Thank you," said Tamsin. She put it around her neck.
“谢谢你，”塔姆辛说。她把围巾围在脖子上。
Just then, a small boy ran into the square. He was about six years old. His face was wet with tears.
就在这时，一个小男孩跑进了广场。他大约六岁，脸上全是泪水。
"I lost my train," he said. "It is a little wooden train."
“我的火车丢了，”他说，“是一辆小小的木头火车。”
"This is Cosimo," said Anouk. "He comes here every Thursday."
“这是科西莫，”阿努克说，“他每个星期四都来。”
"Every Thursday?" asked Tamsin. "Why?"
“每个星期四？”塔姆辛问，“为什么？”
"He loses something every week," said Anouk, and she smiled. "He is a very busy boy."
“他每个星期都会丢东西，”阿努克笑着说，“他是个很忙的孩子。”
Cosimo looked at the table. He did not see his train. His mouth shook.
科西莫看着桌子，没有看到他的火车。他的嘴唇在发抖。
"Let me help," said Tamsin. "We can look together."
“我来帮你吧，”塔姆辛说，“我们一起找。”
They looked under the books. They looked behind the bags. They looked inside the hat.
他们在书下面找，在包后面找，在帽子里面也找了。
"I see something," said Cosimo. He pointed under a big umbrella.
“我看到了，”科西莫说。他指着一把大雨伞的下面。
It was a little red wooden train. Cosimo took it and held it tight.
那是一辆红色的小木头火车。科西莫拿起它，紧紧抱在怀里。
"Thank you!" he said. His smile was very big.
“谢谢你！”他说，笑得特别开心。
Wiktor called from the bus. "Last call! The bus goes in one minute."
维克托在车上喊道：“最后一次叫了！车一分钟后就开！”
Tamsin looked at Anouk. "Will the stop be here next week?" she asked.
塔姆辛看着阿努克。“下周这一站还会在这里吗？”她问。
"Yes," said Anouk. "Every Thursday, when the lamp is on."
“会的，”阿努克说，“每个星期四，只要路灯亮着。”
"Does it move to other streets?" asked Tamsin.
“它会搬到别的街上去吗？”塔姆辛问。
"No. It stays here. But you must ride the bus on Thursday. That is the rule."
“不会。它就在这里。但是你必须星期四坐这趟车，这是规矩。”
Tamsin thought about the rule. She liked it. Other days, the stop was not there. Only on Thursday did the door open for lost things.
塔姆辛想了想这条规矩，她很喜欢。别的日子，这一站不在那里。只有星期四，这扇门才会为丢失的东西打开。
"Goodbye, Tamsin," said Anouk.
“再见，塔姆辛，”阿努克说。
"Goodbye," said Tamsin. "Goodbye, Cosimo."
“再见，”塔姆辛说，“再见，科西莫。”
Cosimo waved his little train. "See you on Thursday!" he said.
科西莫挥了挥他的小火车。“星期四见！”他说。
Tamsin got back on the bus. She sat by the window. The doors closed. The bus began to move.
塔姆辛回到车上，坐在窗边。车门关上了，公交车开动了。
She looked back at the square. The lamp was bright. Then the street turned, and the lamp was gone.
她回头看那个广场。路灯很亮。然后街道转了个弯，路灯就不见了。
On Friday, Tamsin rode the bus again. Wiktor did not say a word about Lamp Street. She looked out of the window. There was only the old, plain road.
星期五，塔姆辛又坐了这趟车。维克托一个字也没提路灯街。她望着窗外，只看到那条旧旧的、普普通通的路。
She touched the red scarf around her neck. Then she took out her pen. On her hand, she wrote one word.
她摸了摸脖子上的红围巾，然后拿出笔，在手上写下了一个词。
Thursday.
星期四。
