半小时后,阿拉贝尔先生胳膊下夹着一个纸板盒回了家。芬正在楼上换她的运动鞋。厨房的桌子上摆好了早餐,房间里都是咖啡,薰肉的香味,湿湿的灰泥味儿,还有从炉子里荡出来的柴火烟味儿。
"Put it on her chair!" said Mrs. Arable. Mr. Arable set the carton down at Fern's place. Then he walked to the sink and washed his hands and dried them on the roller towel.
“把它放到她的椅子上!”阿拉贝尔太太说。阿拉贝尔先生把纸板盒放到芬的位子上。然后他到洗手池洗了手,用池边滚筒上的毛巾把手擦干。
Fern came slowly down the stairs. Her eyes were red from crying. As she approached her chair, the carton wobbled, and there was ascratching noise. Fern looked at her father. Then she lifted the lid of the carton. There, inside, looking up at her, was the newborn pig. It was a white one. The morning light shone through its ears, turning them pink.
芬慢慢地下了楼。因为刚刚哭过,她的眼还是红红的。当她走近她的椅子,纸板盒开始晃动起来,里面传出了抓搔声。芬看了看她的父亲。然后她掀起了盒盖。从那里面打量着她的,正是那新生的小猪。它是白色的。早晨的阳光把它的耳朵映得粉红。
"He's yours," said Mr. Arable. "Saved from an untimely death. And may the good Lord forgive me for this foolishness."
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