Dick Whitting on

Dick Whitington

迪克·惠廷顿

There was once a boy called Dick Whitington. He lived on his own, in the country. Dick was very, very poor. He had no money for fancy clothes, yummy food, or a warm, dry home. I need a job, he thought.

从前有个男孩叫迪克·惠廷顿，他一个人住在乡下。 迪克穷得叮当响，没钱买漂亮衣服、好吃的，也住不上温暖干燥的房子。 我得找份工作，他心里想。

So he looked for work. He asked boatmen, builders, and blacksmiths. But no one needed help. One morning, Dick saw a farmer. Can you give me a job? He asked. Sorry, nothing here, lad. Why not try in London? said the man.

于是他开始找工作，问了船夫、建筑工还有铁匠，可没人需要帮手。 一天早上，迪克遇到了一个农夫。 你能给我份工作吗？他问道。不好意思，孩子，我这儿没活干。 你干嘛不去伦敦试试呢？农夫说。

Dick, New London was a big city, many miles away. They say the streets are made of gold, said the farmer. Gold! thought Dick. I'll be rich! He thanked the farmer and set off at once.

伦敦是个很远的大城市，要走好多英里才能到。 大家都说伦敦的街道都是金子铺的，农夫说。 金子！迪克心想，我要变成有钱人啦！ 他谢过农夫，立刻就出发了。

Dick walked for miles and miles and miles. But when he arrived in London, the streets weren't made of gold at all. They're just dirty and smelly, thought Dick.

迪克走啊走，走了好多好多英里路。 可等他到了伦敦才发现，街道根本不是金子铺的。 街道又脏又臭，迪克心里嘀咕。

He looked for work. Once more, he asked bakers, butchers, and boot menders. But no one wanted help. Soon it was dark. Dick needed somewhere to spend the night. This will have to do. He curled up on the steps of a big house and fell asleep.

他又开始找工作，挨个问了面包师、屠夫还有修鞋匠，可还是没人需要帮手。 天很快就黑了，迪克得找个地方过夜。 就凑活一下吧。他蜷在一栋大房子的台阶上，睡着了。