Totto-Chan, the Little Girl at the Window Tetsuko Kuroyanagi Totto-Chan, the Little Girl at the Window Author: Tetsuko Kuroyanagi Category: Children Novel Translator: Dorothy Britton Other name: Diana C. Website: http://motsach.info Date: 07-December-2012 Page 1/135 http://motsach.info Totto-Chan, the Little Girl at the Window Tetsuko Kuroyanagi Chapter 1 - The Railroad Station They got off the Oimachi train at Jiyugaoka Station, and Mother took Totto-chan by the hand to lead her through the ticket gate. She had hardly ever been on a train before and was reluctant to give up the precious ticket she was clutching. May I keep it! Totto-chan asked the ticket collector. No, you can't, he replied, taking it from her. She pointed to his box filled with tickets. "Are those all yours!" No, they belong to the railroad station, he replied, as he snatched away tickets from people going out. Oh. Totto-chan gazed longingly into the box and went on, When I grow up I'm going to sell railroad tickets! The ticket collector glanced at her for the first time. My little boy wants a job in the station, too, so you can work together. Totto-chan stepped to one side and took a good look at the ticket collector. He was plump and wore glasses and seemed rather kind. Hmm. She put her hands on her hips and carefully considered the idea. "I wouldn't mind at all working with your son, she said. Ill think it over. But I'm rather busy just now as I'm on my way to a new school." She ran to where Mother waited, shouting, Im going to be a ticket seller! Mother wasn't surprised, but she said, I thought you were going to be a spy. As Totto-chan began walking along holding Mother's hand, she remembered that until the day before she had been quite sure she wanted to be a spy. But what fun it would be to be in charge of a box full of tickets! That's it! A splendid idea occurred to her. She looked up at Mother and informed her of it at the top of her voice, Couldn't I be a ticket seller who's really a spy! Mother didn't reply. Under her felt hat with its little flowers, her lovely face was serious. The fact was Mother was very worried. What if they wouldn't have Totto-chan at the new school! She looked at Totto-chan skipping along the road chattering to herself. Totto-chan didn't know Mother was worried, so when their eyes met, she said gaily, I've changed my mind. I think I'll join one of those little bands of street musicians who go about advertising new stores! There was a touch of despair in Mother's voice as she said, Come on, we'll be late. We mustn't keep the headmaster waiting. No more chatter. Look where you're going and walk properly. Page 2/135 http://motsach.info Totto-Chan, the Little Girl at the Window Tetsuko Kuroyanagi Ahead of them, in the distance, the gate of a small school was gradually coming into view. Page 3/135 http://motsach.info Totto-Chan, the Little Girl at the Window Tetsuko Kuroyanagi Chapter 2 - The Little Girl at the Window The reason Mother was worried was because although Totto-chan had only just started school, she had already been expelled. Fancy being expelled from the first grade! It had happened only a week ago. Mother had been sent for by Totto-chan's homeroom teacher, who came straight to the point. "Your daughter disrupts my whole class. I must ask you to take her to another school. The pretty young teacher sighed. I'm really at the end of my tether. Mother was completely taken aback. What on earth did Totto-chan do to disrupt the whole class, she wondered! Blinking nervously and touching her hair, cut in a short pageboy style, the teacher started to explain. Well, to begin with, she opens and shuts her desk hundreds of times. I've said that no one is to open or shut their desk unless they have to take something out or put something away. So your daughter is constantly taking something out and putting something away - taking out or putting away her notebook, her pencil box, her textbooks, and everything else in her desk. For instance, say we are going to write the alphabet, your daughter opens her desk, takes out her notebook, and bangs the top down. Then she opens her desk again, puts her head inside, gets our a pencil, quickly shuts the desk, and writes an 'A.' If she's written it badly or made a mistake she opens the desk again, gets out an eraser, shuts the desk, erases the letter, then opens and shuts the desk again to put away the eraser--all at top speed. When she's written the 'A' over again, she puts every single item back into the desk, one by one. She puts away the pencil, shuts the desk, then opens it again to put away the notebook. Then, when she gets to the next letter, she goes through it all again--first the note-book, then the pencil, then the eraser--opening and shutting her desk every single time. It makes my head spin. And I can't scold her because she opens and shuts it each time for a reason. The teacher's long eyelashes fluttered even more as if she were reliving the scene in her mind. It suddenly dawned on Mother why Totto-chan opened and shut her desk so often. She remembered how excited Totto-chan had been when she came home from her first day at school. She had said, School's wonderful! My desk at home has drawers you pull out, but the one at school has a top you lift up. It's like a box, and you can keep all sorts of things inside. It's super! Mother pictured her delightedly opening and shutting the lid of this new desk. And Mother didn't think it was all that naughty either. Anyway, Totto-chan would probably stop doing it as soon as the novelty wore off. But all she said to the teacher was, I'll speak to her about it. The teacher's voice rose in pitch as she continued, I wouldn't mind if that was all." Mother flinched as the teacher leaned forward. When she's not making a clatter with her desk, she's standing up. All through class! Page 4/135 http://motsach.info Totto-Chan, the Little Girl at the Window Tetsuko Kuroyanagi Standing up! Where? asked Mother, surprised. At the window, the teacher replied crossly. Why does she stand at the window? Mother asked, puzzled. So she can invite the street musicians over! she almost shrieked. The gist of the teacher's story was that after an hour of almost constantly banging her desk top, Totto-chan would leave her desk and stand by the window, looking out. Then, just as the teacher was beginning to think that as long as she was quiet she might just as well stay there, Totto-chan would suddenly call out to a passing band of garishly dressed street musicians. To Totto-chan's delight and the teacher's tribulation, the classroom was on the ground floor looking out on the street. There was only a low hedge in between, so anyone in the classroom could easily talk to people going by. When Totto-chan called to them, the street musicians would come right over to the window. Whereupon, said the teacher, Totto-chan would announce the fact to the whole room, "Here they are!" and all the children would crowd by the window and call out to the musicians. "Play something," Totto-chan would say, and the little band, which usually passed the school quietly, would put on a rousing performance for the pupils with their clarinet, gongs, drums, and samisen, while the poor teacher could do little but wait patiently for the din to stop. Finally, when the music finished, the musicians would leave and the students would go back to their seats. All except Totto-chan. When the teacher asked, "Why are you still at the window?" Totto-chan replied, quite seriously, "Another band might come by. And, anyway, it would be such a shame if the others came back and we missed them." "You can see how disruptive all this is, can't you?" said the teacher emotionally. Mother was beginning to sympathize with her when she began again in an even shriller voice, "And then, besides... "What else does she do?" asked Mother, with a sinking feeling. "What else?" exclaimed the teacher. If I could even count the things she does I wouldn't be asking you to take her away. The teacher composed herself a little, and looked straight at Mother. "Yesterday, Totto-chan was standing at the window as usual, and I went on with the lesson thinking she was just waiting for the street musicians, when she suddenly called out to somebody, 'What are you doing!' From where I was I couldn't see who she was taking to, and I wondered what was going on. Then she called out again, 'What are you doing!' She wasn't addressing anyone in the road but somebody high up somewhere. I couldn't help being curious, and tried to hear the reply, but there wasn't any. In spite of that, your daughter kept on calling out, 'What are you doing?' so often I couldn't teach, so I went over to the window to see who your daughter was talking to. When I put my head out of the window and looked up, I saw it was a pair of swallows making a nest under the classroom eaves. She was talking to the swallows! Now, I understand children, and so I'm not saying that talking to swallows is nonsense. It is just that I feel it is quite unnecessary to ask swallows what they are doing in the middle of class." Page 5/135 http://motsach.info Totto-Chan, the Little Girl at the Window Tetsuko Kuroyanagi Before Mother could open her mouth to apologize, the teacher went on, Then there was the drawing class episode. I asked the children to draw the Japanese flag, and all the others drew it correctly but your daughter started drawing the navy flag - you know the one with the rays. Nothing wrong with that, I thought. But then she suddenly started to draw a fringe all around it. A fringe! You know, like those fringes on youth group banners. She's probably seen one somewhere. But before I realized what she was doing, she had drawn a yellow fringe that went right off the edge of the paper and onto her desk. You see, her flag took up most of the paper, so there wasn't enough room for the fringe. She took her yellow crayon and all around her flag she made hundreds of strokes that extended beyond the paper, so that when she lifted up the paper her desk was a mass of dreadful yellow marks that wouldn't come off no matter how hard we rubbed. Fortunately, the lines were only on-three sides." Puzzled, Mother asked quickly, "What do you mean, only three sides!" Although she seemed to be getting tired, the teacher was kind enough to explain. "She drew a flagpole on the left, so the fringe was only on three sides of the flag." Mother felt somewhat relieved. "I see, only on three sides." Whereupon the teacher said very slowly, emphasizing each word, But most of the flagpole went off the paper, too, and is still on the desk as well." Then the teacher got up and said coldly, as a sort of parting shot, "Im not the only one who is upset. The teacher in the classroom next door has also had trouble." Mother obviously had to do something about it. It wasn't fair to the other pupils. She'd have to find another school, a school where they would understand her little girl and teach her how to get along with other people. The school they were on their way to was one Mother had found after a good deal of searching. Mother did not tell Totto-chan she had been expelled. She realized Totto-chan wouldn't understand what she had done wrong and she didn't want her to get any complexes, so she decided not to tell Totto-chan until she was grown-up. All Mother said was, How would you like to go to a new school! I've heard of a very nice one. "All right," said Totto-chan, after thinking it over. But... "What is it now?" thought Mother. Does she realize she's been expelled? But a moment later Totto-chan was asking joyfully, "Do you think the street musicians will come to the new school?" Page 6/135 http://motsach.info Totto-Chan, the Little Girl at the Window Tetsuko Kuroyanagi Chapter 3 - The New School When she saw the gate of the new school, Totto-chan stopped. The gate of the school she used to go to had fine concrete pillars with the name of the school in large characters. But the gate of this new school simply consisted of two rather short posts that still had twigs and leaves on them. "This gate's growing," said Totto-chan. "It'll probably go on growing till it's taller than the telephone poles!" The two "gateposts" were clearly trees with roots. When she got closer, she had to put her head to one side to read the name of the school because the wind had blown the sign askew. "To-mo-e Ga-ku-en." Totto-chan was about to ask Mother what Tomoe meant, when she caught a glimpse of something that made her think she must be dreaming. She squatted down and peered through the shrubbery to get a better look, and she couldn't believe her eyes. "Mother, is that really a train! There, in the school grounds!" For its classrooms, the school had made use of six abandoned railroad cars. To Totto-chan it seemed something you might dream about. A school in a train! The windows of the railroad cars sparkled in the morning sunlight. But the eyes of the rosy- cheeked little girl gazing at them through the shrubbery sparkled even more. Page 7/135 http://motsach.info Totto-Chan, the Little Girl at the Window Tetsuko Kuroyanagi Chapter 4 - I Like This School! Amoment later, Totto-chan let out a whoop of joy and started running toward the "train school," calling out to Mother over her shoulder, "Come on, hurry, let's get on this train that's standing still." Startled, Mother began to run after her. Mother had been on a basketball team once, so she was faster than Totto-chan and caught hold of her dress just as she reached a door. You can't go in yet, said Mother, holding her back. The cars are classrooms, and you haven't even been accepted here yet. If you really want to get on this train, you'll have to be nice and polite to the headmaster. We're going to call on him now, and if all goes well, you'll be able to go to this school. Do you understand? Totto-chan was awfully disappointed not to get on the "train" right away, but she decided she had better do as Mother told her. "All right," she said. And then added, "I like this school a lot." Mother felt like telling her it wasn't a matter of whether she liked the school but of whether the headmaster liked her. But she just let go of Totto-chan's dress, took hold of her hand, and started walking toward the headmaster's office. All the railroad cars were quiet, for the first classes of the day had begun. Instead of a wall, the not very spacious school grounds were surrounded by trees, and there were flower beds full of red and yellow flowers. The headmaster's office wasn't in a railroad car, but was on the right-hand side of a one-story building that stood at the top of a semicircular flight of about seven stone steps opposite the gate. Totto-chan let go of Mother's hand and raced up the steps, then turned around abruptly, almost causing Mother to run into her. "What's the matter?" Mother asked, fearing Totto-chan might have changed her mind about the school. Standing above her on the top step, Totto-chan whispered to Mother in all seriousness, "The man we're going to see must be a stationmaster!" Mother had plenty of patience as well as a great sense of fun. She put her face close to Totto- chan's and whispered, Why? Totto-chan whispered back, "You said he was the headmaster, but if he owns all these trains, he must be a stationmaster." Mother had to admit it was unusual for a school to make use of old railroad cars, but there was no time to explain. She simply said, "Why don't you ask him yourself! And, anyway, what about Page 8/135 http://motsach.info Totto-Chan, the Little Girl at the Window Tetsuko Kuroyanagi Daddy? He plays the violin and owns several violins, but that doesn't make our house a violin shop, does it?" "No, it doesn't," Totto-chan agreed, catching hold of Mother's hand. Page 9/135 http://motsach.info Totto-Chan, the Little Girl at the Window Tetsuko Kuroyanagi Chapter 5 - The Headmaster When Mother and Totto-chan went in, the man in the office got up from his chair. His hair was thin on top and he had a few teeth missing, but his face was a healthy color. Although he wasn't very tall, he had solid shoulders and arms and was neatly dressed in a rather shabby black three-piece suit. With a hasty bow, Totto-chan asked him spiritedly "What are you, a schoolmaster or a stationmaster?" Mother was embarrassed, but before she had time to explain, he laughed and replied, "I'm the head-master of this school." Totto-chan was delighted. "Oh, I'm so glad," she said, because I want to ask you a favor. I'd like to come to your school. The headmaster offered her a chair and turned to Mother. "You may go home now. I want to talk to Totto-chan." Totto-chan had a moment's uneasiness, but somehow felt she would get along all right with this man. "Well, then, Ill leave her with you," Mother said bravely, and shut the door behind her as she went out. The headmaster drew over a chair and put it facing Totto-chan, and when they were both sitting down close together, he said, "Now then, tell me all about yourself. Tell me anything at all you want to talk about." "Anything I like?" Totto-chan had expected him to ask questions she would have to answer. When he said she could talk about anything she wanted, she was so happy she began straight away. It was all a bit higgledy-piggledy, but she talked for all she was worth. She told the headmaster how fast the train went that they had come on; how she had asked the ticket collector but he wouldn't let her keep her ticket; how pretty her homeroom teacher was at the other school; about the swallows' nest; about their brown dog, Rocky, who could do all sorts of tricks; how she used to go snip-snip with the scissors inside her mouth at kindergarten and the teacher said she mustn't do that because she might cut her tongue off, but she did it anyway; how she always blew her nose because Mother scolded her if it was runny; what a good swimmer Daddy was, and how he could dive as well. She went on and on. The headmaster would laugh, nod, and say, "And then?" And Totto-chan was so happy she kept right on talking. But finally she ran out of things to say. She sat with her mouth closed trying hard to think of something. "Haven't you anything more you can tell me?" asked the headmaster. What a shame to stop now, Totto-chan thought. It was such a wonderful chance. Wasn't there anything else she could talk about, she wondered, racking her brains? Then she had an idea. Page 10/135 http://motsach.info