3 Trouble and More Trouble!

CHAPTER 3 Trouble and More Trouble! few weeks after Mamsie's birthday, Joel gazed unhappily at his bowl of oatmeal. "I wish we could have something else to eat," said Joel. "I'm tired of the same old breakfast." "Well, hand it over then," said Ben, who was always hungry. "Be grateful for what we've got, Joel," Mamsie gently scolded him as she kissed the top

第三章麻烦和更多的麻烦！玛西的生日过了几个星期，乔尔闷闷不乐地盯着他那碗燕麦粥。 “我希望我们能吃点别的东西，”乔尔说。 “我厌倦了千篇一律的早餐。” “好吧，那就把它交出来，”本说，他总是很饿。 “对我们所拥有的一切心存感激吧，约尔，"玛姆西轻轻地责备他，一面吻着陀螺

of his head. "Polly, remember to visit the parson today. He's a little bit sick." Then Mamsie went into the next room to begin work on her sewing for the day. "Oh, dear," said Phronsie, pushing her bowl away. "I'm sick, too." "You are?" Polly asked with alarm. "I'm sick of oatmeal," Phronsie pouted. "Polly, will we ever have anything else to eat?" "Someday we will," Polly said. "Someday we'll have lots and lots of good things and treats." "Like what?" Phronsie asked. The Little Peppers didn't have money for sweets or fancy foods. They only had enough to pay for oatmeal, flour, and potatoes. Polly thought a moment. "Someday we'll have ice cream and little cakes with sugar frosting," Polly said as she filled a tub of soapy water and cleared the breakfast dishes.

他的头。“波莉，今天记得去拜访牧师。 他有点不舒服。”然后玛姆西走进隔壁房间，开始做她今天要做的针线活。 “哦，天哪，”弗朗西说着，把碗推开。 “我也病了。”“你是谁?”波莉惊恐地问。 “我讨厌燕麦片，”弗朗西撅着嘴说。 “波莉，我们还有别的吃的吗？”“总有一天我们会的。”波莉说。 “总有一天我们会有很多很多的好东西和好吃的。” “像什么?”Phronsie问道。 小辣椒们没钱买糖果或高档食品。 他们的钱只够买燕麦片、面粉和土豆。 波莉想了一会儿。“总有一天，我们会吃冰淇淋和糖霜小蛋糕的。”波莉一边说，一边倒了一盆肥皂水，收拾早餐的盘子。

"With pink on top?" Phronsie asked, getting down from her seat to help Polly wash up. "More pink icing than even you can eat, Phronsie Pepper," Polly laughed. "I'd like plum puddings," Joel said. "Like the one Mamsie made us for Thanksgiving that one time. Seventy-five of them," he added, patting his stomach. "I'd have roast beef and potatoes and pie!" Ben said, putting on his coat. "Come on, Joel. We'll be late to chop wood at Deacon Blodgett's." Joel slowly got up and went with Ben. "What would you choose, Davie?" Polly asked. Davie had been quietly eating his oatmeal. He thought for a moment, and then put down his spoon. "I think the most beautiful breakfast would be toasted white bread and candy!" Davie said. "Oh, I think so, too!" Phronsie said excitedly,

“上面是粉红色的吗？”弗朗西一边问，一边从座位上站起来帮波莉洗碗。 “粉红糖衣多得你吃不完，佩珀小姐。”波莉笑着说。 “我想要葡萄干布丁，”乔尔说。 “就像那次玛西为我们做的感恩节礼物一样。 七十五个。”他拍着肚子补充道。 “我想吃烤牛肉、土豆和馅饼！”本说着，穿上外套。 “来吧，乔尔。我们去布洛杰特执事家砍柴要迟到了。” 乔尔慢慢站起来，和本一起走了。 “你会选择什么，戴维？”波利问道。 戴维一直在安静地吃燕麦片。 他想了一会儿，然后放下了勺子。 “我认为最美丽的早餐是烤白面包和糖果！”戴维说。 “哦，我也这么认为！”弗朗西兴奋地说：

accidentally spilling Polly's washtub filled with soapy water. "Phronsie!" Polly cried. "You're wetter than a hen in the rain!" "Oh, help, it's running down my back!" Phronsie cried. Polly took a dry towel from a nearby laundry basket and wrapped Phronsie up tightly. She pulled off Phronsie's dripping stockings, shoes and dress, which were forming little puddles of dishwater at her feet. Then she helped Phronsie into a clean, dry dress and settled her into her bedroom. Mamsie came back into the kitchen just as Polly finished cleaning everything up. "I think I'll take Phronsie with me to visit the Hendersons," said Polly. She looked into the bedroom and saw Phronsie fast asleep in a heap on the floor, her face bright red. "No, I won't after all," said Polly, as she

不小心打翻了波莉装满肥皂水的洗衣盆。 “Phronsie !”波莉哭了。“你比雨中的母鸡还湿！”“哦，救命，它跑到我背上了！”Phronsie哭了。 波莉从旁边的洗衣筐里拿了一条干毛巾，把弗朗西紧紧裹起来。 她脱下弗朗西滴着水的长袜、鞋子和衣服，这些东西在她脚边形成了小水坑。 然后，她帮弗朗西穿上干净、干燥的衣服，安顿她进了卧室。 波莉刚收拾好一切，玛姆西就回到了厨房。 “我想带弗朗西去拜访亨德森一家。”波莉说。 她朝卧室里望去，看见弗朗西躺在地板上睡得很熟，脸涨得通红。 “不，我还是不去。”波莉说

pulled on her coat. "Ask if Parson Henderson still has a chill, if he has a fever, and how he slept last night. We wouldn't want anything to happen to the minister," Mamsie said in a worried voice. Then she added a whole list of new questions to be sure to ask the Hendersons. "Oh, I'll never remember all that," Polly said in dismay. "Yes you will," Mamsie said with a smile. Polly knocked on Parson Henderson's old- fashioned green door with the heavy brass knocker. It was the fanciest house in Badgertown, and Polly was always a little bit nervous when she went there. When the door opened, Polly's heart sank. Instead of gentle Mrs. Henderson, the parson's wife, there stood Miss Jerusha, the parson's very mean sister. Miss Jerusha was a big woman with sharp black eyes and tiny glasses, which she wore on

穿上她的外套。“问问亨德森牧师是否还在发冷，是否发烧，以及他昨晚睡得怎么样。 我们可不想让牧师出什么事，"玛姆西忧心忡忡地说。 然后她又列了一大堆新问题，一定要问亨德森一家。 “哦，我永远记不住这些了。”波莉沮丧地说。 “是的，你会的，”玛西笑着说。 波莉用沉重的黄铜门环敲了敲亨德森牧师的老式绿门。 那是獾镇最豪华的房子，波莉每次去都有点紧张。 门开了，波莉的心一沉。 站在那里的不是温柔的亨德森太太，牧师的妻子，而是乔若莎小姐，牧师非常刻薄的妹妹。 乔若莎小姐身材高大，长着一双锐利的黑眼睛，戴着一副小眼镜

the tip of her nose. When she looked down her nose and over her glasses at Polly, all of Mamsie's questions flew out of Polly's head.

她的鼻尖。当她低头从眼镜上方看波利时，玛姆西的所有问题都从波利的脑海里飞了出来。