3. Not a Nutball

3/Not a Nutball Mrs. blew her whistle. That means come in from recess. Lucille and that Grace ran to get me. 'Cause I was still in the grass, that's why. Lucille was happy and sparkly. "Didn't you love him, Junie B.? Wasn't he so handsome? He was even handsomer up close, don't you think? He was nice, too. Wasn't he nice?" That Grace was happy and sparkly, too. "He said he liked my high tops," she told me. "He said he liked my dress," said Lucille. "He said I was a nutball," I said.

3/没有一个Nutball太太吹口哨。 意思是休息回来。 露西尔和那个格蕾丝跑过来救我。 因为我还在草丛里，这就是原因。 露西尔高兴极了，神采奕奕。 “你不爱他吗，琼? 他是不是很帅?近距离看他更帅，你不觉得吗? 他也很好。他是不是很好?”格蕾丝也很快乐，很活泼。 “他说他喜欢我的高帮鞋，”她告诉我。 “他说他喜欢我的衣服，”露西尔说。 “他说我是个疯子，”我说。

Lucille twirled all around. "Not me," she said. "He didn't say I was a nutball. That's because he loves me!" That Grace jumped high in the air. "Me too! He loves me, too!" she said real squealy. Just then, Lucille stopped twirling. She crossed her arms. "No, Grace," she said. "He does not love you, too. He only loves me. 'Cause I saw him first. And you're not allowed to steal him away, remember?" That Grace crossed her arms, too. "I'm not stealing him away, Lucille. He just automatically loves me on his own. And there's nothing I can do about it," she said. I tugged on Lucille's dress. "How come he said I was a nutball, do you think? Why did he have to say that dumb

露西尔转了一圈。 “不是我，”她说。“他没说我是个疯子。 那是因为他爱我!”格蕾丝在空中跳得很高。 “我也是!他也爱我!”她尖声说。 就在这时，露西尔停止了旋转。 她双臂交叉。“不，格蕾丝，”她说。 “他并不也爱你。 他只爱我。因为我先看到他的。 你不能把他偷走，记得吗?”格蕾丝也抱着双臂。 “我不会把他偷走的，露西尔。 他只是不由自主地爱上了我。 我对此无能为力，”她说。 我拉了拉露西尔的裙子。 “你觉得他为什么说我是个疯子?” 他为什么要说那种蠢话

thing?" Lucille didn't pay attention to me. She kept on being mad at that Grace. "I knew it!" she grouched. "I knew this was going to happen, Grace! You're trying to steal my boyfriend! Junie B. said you wouldn't! But you are!" She looked down at me. "Tell her, Junie B.! Tell Grace she can't steal my boyfriend!" I looked curious at her. "I am not a nutball. Am I? Am I a nutball?" I said. "I am not a nutball." Just then, that Grace leaned close to Lucille's nose. "I CAN LOVE ANYBODY I WANT TO, LUCILLE!" she hollered in her face. "NO, YOU CANNOT, GRACE!" "YES, I CAN, TOO, LUCILLE!"

件事吗?”露西尔没有注意到我。 她一直在生那个格蕾丝的气。 “我就知道!”她抱怨道。 “我就知道会这样，格蕾丝!”你想抢走我的男朋友!Junie B。 我说过你不会的!但你是!”她低头看着我。 “告诉她，琼?告诉格蕾丝，她不能抢走我的男朋友!”我好奇地看着她。 “我不是疯子。我是吗? 我是个疯子吗?”我说。“我不是疯子。” 就在这时，格蕾丝凑近了露西尔的鼻子。 “我可以爱任何我想爱的人，露西尔!”她冲着露西尔的脸喊道。 “不，你不能，格蕾丝!”“是的，我也能，露西尔!”

I tapped on both their ankles. "How many think I'm a nutball? Raise your hand," I said.

我轻拍了他们俩的脚踝。 “有多少人认为我是个疯子?” 请举手。”我说。

Just then, Mrs. blew her whistle again. And so I stood up from the grass. And I walked to Room Nine all by myself. 'Cause I couldn't stop thinking about being a nutball, that's why. I thought about it the whole rest of the day. I didn't even talk. Not at Show-and-Tell. Not at snacktime. Not even when I got on the bus to ride home. That Grace sat down next to me. She was happy and sparkly again. "I know he loves me better than Lucille," she said. "I'm positive he does. And he hasn't even seen how fast I can run yet." She poked me with her finger.

就在这时，太太又吹起了口哨。 于是我从草地上站了起来。 我一个人走到九号房间。 因为我一直在想自己是个疯子，这就是原因。 我一整天都在想这件事。 我甚至都没说话。不是在“展示-讲述”。 不是在吃零食的时候。甚至在我坐公共汽车回家的时候也没有。 格蕾丝坐在我旁边。 她又高兴起来，容光焕发了。 “我知道他爱我胜过爱露西尔，”她说。 “我肯定他知道。他甚至还没看到我能跑多快呢。” 她用手指戳我。

"Who do you think he likes better? Me or Lucille? And tell the truth," she said. I still didn't talk. That Grace jiggled me. "How come you're not talking, Junie B.?" she asked. "How come you're not answering me? Are you sick? Do you have a sore throat?" Just then, her eyes opened real wide. And her whole mouth came open. "Ohhhhh…I know why you're not talking. It's because you're upset, right? You're upset that you're a nutball." I spinned around at her very quick. "I am not a nutball, Grace! I am just a regular normal girl. And I don't even know why that boy had to call me that!" "I do," said that Grace. "I know why he called you that. It's because you couldn't

“你觉得他更喜欢谁?” 我还是露西尔?说真话，”她说。 我还是没说话。格蕾丝让我心神不宁。 “你怎么不说话，朱妮·b ?”她问。 “你怎么不回答我?” 你生病了吗?你喉咙痛吗?”就在这时，她的眼睛睁得大大的。 她张开了整个嘴巴。 “哦……我知道你为什么不说话了。 那是因为你不开心，对吗? 你因为自己是个疯子而难过。” 我飞快地转过身来看着她。 “我不是疯子，格蕾丝!”我只是一个普通的普通女孩。 我甚至不知道那个男孩为什么要那样叫我!”“是的，”格蕾丝说。 “我知道他为什么那样叫你。 那是因为你做不到