9. Spelling Counts

9 Spelling Counts We climbed back onto the bus. Mrs. Bacon sat in the first row by herself. A few minutes later, I heard strange sounds coming from her seat. That's when I realized she was crying. I didn't think Mrs. Bacon was fakin'. We all went to the front of the bus to

9拼写计数我们爬回到公共汽车上。 培根夫人一个人坐在第一排。 几分钟后，我听到从她的座位上传来奇怪的声音。 那时我才意识到她在哭。 我不认为培根夫人是假的。 我们都走到公共汽车的前面去

give her hugs and tissues. That's what you do when somebody's crying. "What's the matter, Mrs. Bacon?" asked Emily. Mrs. Bacon wiped her face. "I'm a big failure," she whimpered. "The recital next week is going to be a disaster. I don't know what to do. You kids aren't ready. I only have a half an hour a week to teach you how to play all the songs. It's not enough time. You're not practicing at home. I'm stressed out. Dr. Carbles is going to fire me, and nobody will ever hire me again. My career is over."

给她拥抱和纸巾。 别人哭的时候你就会这么做。 “怎么了，培根夫人？”艾米丽问。 培根太太擦了擦脸。 “我是个大失败者，”她呜咽着说。 “下周的独奏会将会是一场灾难。 我不知道该怎么办。你们这些孩子还没准备好。 我每周只有半小时的时间教你怎么弹所有的歌。 时间不够了。你没有在家练习。 我压力很大。卡布尔斯博士会炒了我，再也不会有人雇我了。 我的职业生涯结束了。”

Then she started crying again. "Don't worry, Mrs. Bacon," said Andrea. "Everything is going to be okay." "We're going to put on a great show at the recital," said Alexia. "Yeah," I added. "We're going to make you proud of us. We're going to practice really hard." And we did. We practiced like crazy

然后她又哭了起来。 “别担心，培根太太，”安德烈说。 “一切都会好起来的。” “我们将在独奏会上演出一场精彩的演出，”亚历克西娅说。 “是的，”我补充道。“我们会让你们为我们感到骄傲。 我们要努力练习。” 我们做到了。我们疯狂地练习

all week. I didn't waste my time playing video games or lining up my Pez dispensers. All I did was practice playing tuba. I played "Hot Cross Buns" so many times, I was really beginning to feel the buns.* Finally, the day of our big recital arrived. I had to wear a tie to school. Ugh! A sign in the front said we should walk around to the playground. There were a bunch of chairs set up out there, and lots of grown-ups—Mrs. Bacon, Mr. Klutz, Mr. Cooper, Mr. Loring. Dr. Carbles was there too, with his mean face. "It's such a beautiful day," said Mrs. Bacon, "I thought it would be nice to have the recital outdoors. I'm going to pass out—" "She's gonna pass out!" I yelled.

整整一个星期。我没有浪费时间玩电子游戏或排队买糖果。 我只是在练习吹大号。 我弹了那么多次“热十字面包”，我真的开始感觉到面包了。*最后，我们大型独奏会的日子到了。 我不得不打领带去上学。 啊!前面的指示牌说我们应该绕到操场去。 外面摆着一堆椅子，还有很多大人。 培根，克鲁茨先生，库珀先生，洛林先生。 卡伯斯大夫也在那儿，一脸刻薄。 “天气这么好，”培根太太说，“我想在户外举行独奏会很不错。 我要晕过去了——”“她要晕过去了！”我喊道。

"Give her air!" "I'm going to pass out programs," continued Mrs. Bacon. "I made them myself." Mrs. Bacon handed everybody one of her programs. People were ushered to their seats by the PTA. That stands for "Parents who talk a lot." Ryan's mom, Mrs. Dole, is president of the PTA. She was carrying a big platter. "Guess what I made?" she said. "What?" everybody asked. "Hot cross buns!" said Mrs. Dole. She passed out buns to the audience, but we couldn't eat any yet because it was time to take our places on the stage. Bummer in the summer! "Are you nervous?" Ryan asked me as he picked up his French horn.

“让她透透气！”“我要分发节目单，”培根夫人继续说。 “我自己做的。”培根夫人把她的节目单递给每个人。 家长会的人把人们引到座位上。 那是“爱说话的父母”的意思 瑞恩的妈妈多尔夫人是家长会的主席。 她端着一个大盘子。 “猜猜我做了什么？”她说。 “什么？”大家都问。“热十字面包！”多尔太太说。 她把小圆面包分发给观众，但我们还不能吃，因为该上台了。 夏天的流浪者！“你紧张吗？”瑞安拿起他的法国号问我。

"Yeah." We were all on pins and needles. Well, not really. We were sitting on chairs. If we were on pins and needles, it would have hurt. But there was electricity in the air. Well, not really. If there was electricity in the air, we would get electrocuted. Mr. Klutz held up his hand and made a peace sign, which means shut up. "Welcome to the third-grade recital," he announced. "The students have been working very hard on their music, and they're excited to play for you today. Ready, kids?" Mrs. Bacon raised her chopstick, and we played "Hot Cross Buns." It was great.

“是的。”我们都如坐针毡。 嗯，不完全是。我们坐在椅子上。 如果我们如坐针毡，肯定会痛的。 但空气中充满了电。 嗯，不完全是。如果空气中有电，我们就会触电。 克鲁茨先生举起手，做了一个和平手势，意思是闭嘴。 “欢迎来到三年级的独奏会，”他宣布。 “学生们一直在努力学习他们的音乐，他们很高兴今天能为你们演奏。 准备好了,孩子?”培根太太举起她的筷子，我们演奏了“热十字面包”。 太棒了。