6. My Grampa’s Wallet

6/My Grampa's Wallet I kept my pen in my pocket the whole rest of the day. I didn't want people to see it. Or else they might tattletale to Mrs. And she would make me take it to the Lost and Found. I behaved myself very good. 'Cause I didn't want to 'tract 'tention, that's why. I kept my hand in my pocket so my pen would not fall out. Also, I kept thinking about my mittens. 'Cause I still missed those furry guys. I put my head down on my table. "Maybe my grampa Miller might buy me some more furry mittens," I whispered. "'Cause that would be a perfect solution, I

我爷爷的钱包那天剩下的时间里，我一直把钢笔放在口袋里。 我不想让别人看到。 不然他们就会向太太告密，她就会让我把它拿到失物招领处去。 我表现得很好。 因为我不想引起别人的注意，这就是原因。 我把手插在口袋里，这样笔就不会掉出来。 而且，我一直在想我的连指手套。 因为我还是很想念那些毛茸茸的家伙。 我把头靠在桌子上。 “也许我的米勒爷爷会给我买一些毛茸茸的连指手套，”我低声说。 “因为那将是一个完美的解决方案，我

think." I raised up my head. "Hey, yeah! Then I would have wonderful new mittens, plus a wonderful new pen. And so what more can a girl ask for? That's what I'd like to know!" I sat up in my chair and tapped on Lucille. "Guess what, Lucille? Maybe my grampa Frank Miller might buy me some new mittens. And then all my troubles will be over." Lucille said whoop-de-do for me. "I know it is whoop-de-do," I said real thrilled. "And so, thank you for your support." After school, me and my bestest friend named Grace rode the bus together. I runned home from my corner like a

想。”我抬起头来。 “嗨,是啊!然后我就会有漂亮的新手套，还有一支漂亮的新笔。 所以一个女孩还能要求什么? 这正是我想知道的!”我从椅子上坐起来，轻轻地拍了拍露西尔。 “你猜怎么着，露西尔?”也许我爷爷弗兰克·米勒会给我买些新手套。 然后我所有的烦恼就都结束了。” 露西尔对我说了一声“呜呼”。 “我知道这是一件好事，”我激动地说。 “所以，谢谢你们的支持。” 放学后，我和我最好的朋友格蕾丝一起乘公共汽车。 我从角落里跑回家，像个

speedy bullet. My grampa Frank Miller was babysitting my brother named Ollie. "GRAMPA FRANK MILLER! GRAMPA FRANK MILLER! WE GOTTA GO TO THE MITTEN STORE! WE GOTTA GO TO THE MITTEN STORE!" I hollered real loud. Grampa Frank Miller was in the living room rocking Ollie. He looked funny at me. "Go where?" he asked.

快速的子弹。我爷爷弗兰克·米勒照看我弟弟奥利。 “弗兰克·米勒爷爷!”弗兰克·米勒爷爷!我们得去连指手套店!我们得去连指手套店!”我大声喊叫。 弗兰克·米勒爷爷在客厅里摇着奥利。 他奇怪地看着我。“去哪儿?”他问。

"TO THE MITTEN STORE! TO THE MITTEN STORE! WE GOTTA GO TO THE MITTEN STORE!" I pulled on his hand. "GET UP! GET UP! LET'S GET A WIGGLE ON!" Grampa Miller looked confused at me. That's how come I had to sit down. And I told him what happened at school. "Someone stoled my mittens," I said. "They stoled them while I was being Brownie. And I didn't even know there were crooks at that place." Grampa Frank Miller shook his head very sad. "I guess you can find crooks almost anywhere, honey," he said. "I know it," I told him. "That's how come I'm never going to see those furry guys again.

“去连指手套店!”去连指手套店!我们得去连指手套店!”我拉住他的手。 “起床!起来!我们来扭动一下吧!”米勒爷爷困惑地看着我。 所以我才不得不坐下来。 我告诉了他在学校发生的事。 “有人偷了我的连指手套，”我说。 “他们在我做布朗尼的时候偷走了它们。 我甚至不知道那里有骗子。” 弗兰克·米勒爷爷非常伤心地摇了摇头。 “我想你几乎在任何地方都能找到骗子，亲爱的，”他说。 “我知道，”我告诉他。“这就是为什么我再也见不到那些毛茸茸的家伙了。

And so you and me have to go to the mitten store." I felt in his back pocket. Then I danced around real thrilled. "Hurray!" I shouted. "Hurray for your big fat wallet! 'Cause you got cash in there. Right, Grampa? Right? Right?" Grampa Frank Miller laughed. "Yes, I do. I've got cash all right," he said. "But I'm afraid we won't be able to buy you more mittens. The mittens I bought you were the only furry ones they had left. I bought the very last pair." Just then, all the happy went right out of me. 'Cause I didn't actually count on this terrible development. "Yeah, only we have to, Grampa. We have to buy more furry mittens. Or else what will I even do?"

所以你和我必须去连指手套店。” 我在他的后口袋里摸了摸。 然后我兴奋地跳起舞来。 “加油!”我叫道。“为你的大钱包欢呼!”因为你有现金在里面。 爷爷?对吧?对吗?”弗兰克·米勒爷爷笑了。 “是的，我知道。我现金充足，”他说。 “但是恐怕我们不能再给你买手套了。 我给你买的连指手套是他们只剩下的毛茸茸的了。 我买了最后一双。” 就在那时，我所有的快乐都消失了。 因为我没想到会有这么糟糕的发展。 “是啊，只是我们必须这么做，爷爷。 我们得多买些毛茸茸的连指手套。 不然我还能做什么呢?”

Grampa Miller ruffled my hair. "Did you look in the Lost and Found at school?" he asked. I did a sad breath. "Yeah, only that dumb thing doesn't work that good. 'Cause people don't always turn stuff in." I patted my new pen in my pocket. "Trust me on this," I said real soft. "Well, your mittens could still turn up," he said. "Folks will surprise you sometimes." Then he told me a story about his wallet. "A few years ago I lost my wallet at the mall. I was sure I would never ever see it again," he said. I bobbed my head up and down. "I know it. That's because of Finders keepers, losers weepers," I said. "Finders keepers, losers weepers is the rule. Right, Grampa?" Grampa Miller smiled.

米勒爷爷揉了揉我的头发。 “你在学校的失物招领处找过吗?”他问。 我悲伤地吸了口气。“是啊，只是那个蠢东西没那么好用。 因为人们并不总是把东西交上去。” 我把我的新钢笔拍在口袋里。 “相信我，”我温柔地说。 “嗯，你的连指手套还是有可能出现的，”他说。 “人们有时会给你惊喜。” 然后他给我讲了一个关于他钱包的故事。 “几年前，我在商场丢了钱包。 我确信我再也见不到它了，”他说。 我上下晃动着头。 “我知道。那是因为捡到的人归家，输的人哭。”我说。 “捡到的归你，输了的就哭。” 对吧,爷爷?”米勒爷爷笑了。