2 The perfect patisserie

Chapter 2 The perfect patisserie "Cuck-OO!" Tempo flew off over the River Seine. She loved exploring new places, just as much as the Timekeepers. Hannah flipped open her watch. The screen said they had arrived in Paris in 1889. Her sneakers were gone. Now she wore black ankle boots, fastened with

第2章完美的蛋糕“咕咕！”节奏在塞纳河上飞驰而过。 她喜欢探索新的地方，就像计时员一样。 汉娜掀开手表。 屏幕上说他们1889年到达巴黎。 她的运动鞋不见了。现在她穿着黑色短靴，系着

tiny buttons. Instead of jeans and a sweater, she wore a cherry-red jacket and matching skirt, which had layers of petticoats underneath to make it stick out. Jackson's brown boots and long red socks were topped by blue pants ending just below his knees. He had a striped jacket and a straw hat. He grinned. "This is not what I usually wear."

小按钮。她没有穿牛仔裤和毛衣，而是穿了一件樱桃红色的夹克和配套的裙子，裙子里面有几层衬裙，让它显得很突出。 杰克逊穿着棕色的靴子和红色的长袜子，上面是一条蓝色的裤子，裤子的长度刚好到膝盖以下。 他穿着条纹夹克，戴着草帽。 他咧嘴一笑。“这不是我平时穿的。”

"The History Hub always gives us the perfect outfits so that we fit in," said Hannah. "I like your gold jacket buttons." "They're a little fancy," Jackson said. He grinned. "I like your hat." "What?" Hannah reached up to find a red beret perched on top of her head. "Oh, this is very French. I like it." They had satchels over their shoulders, so they checked inside to see what they'd been given. "I've got tickets, pencils, and a notebook," said Hannah. "And there's a paper bag of raisins in the front pocket— Tempo's favorite treat!" "I've just got a notebook and pencils," said Jackson. "If we've got time, I might sketch the

汉娜说：“历史中心总是给我们提供完美的服装，让我们融入其中。” “我喜欢你夹克上的金纽扣。” “它们有点花哨，”杰克逊说。 他咧嘴一笑。“我喜欢你的帽子。” “什么?”汉娜抬起头来，发现头上戴着一顶红色贝雷帽。 “哦，这很法国。我喜欢它。” 他们肩上背着书包，所以他们检查了里面的东西。 “我有票、铅笔和笔记本，”汉娜说。 “前口袋里还有一纸袋葡萄干——这是天宝最喜欢的零食！”“我只有一个笔记本和铅笔，”杰克逊说。 “如果我们有时间，我可能会画出草图。

Eiffel Tower," Hannah said, gazing up at the massive construction. Its crisscrossing beams reminded her of the lattice top that her parents put on peach pies, using strips of pastry. She'd seen the tower lots of times in books and movies, but now she was seeing it for real. Except... "It doesn't look right," she said, as Tempo returned to her shoulder. The tower rose high above everything else, but... "Of course!" Hannah exclaimed. "It's not finished. The top's missing!"

“埃菲尔铁塔，”汉娜凝视着这座宏伟的建筑说。 它的纵横交错的横梁让她想起了她的父母用条状糕点放在桃子馅饼上的格子顶。 她在书和电影中见过这座塔很多次，但现在她看到的是真实的。 除了……“看起来不太对劲，”当Tempo回到她的肩膀上时，她说。 这座塔高耸入云，但是…… “当然!”汉娜喊道。 “它还没有完成。上衣不见了！”

Tempo made a noise like a cross between a squawk and a cackle. "What was that squackle sound about?" Hannah asked, tickling the bird's head. "I think she's telling us to go and look around!" Jackson said, pointing to a board saying 'Admission'—the French word for 'Entrance? Painted on it was an arrow pointing beneath the Eiffel Tower. "Good idea, Tempo! Maybe we'll find DeLay and discover what our mission is," Hannah said. "Hmm, though it looks like the fair's not open yet," Jackson said as they got closer to the tower. "See? It's just people with tools and carts going through." "We can try to sneak in," Hannah

Tempo发出一种介于嘎嘎声和咯咯声之间的声音。 “那是什么嘎嘎声？”汉娜挠着小鸟的头问道。 “我想她是在叫我们四处看看！”杰克逊指着一块写着“入场”（Admission）的牌子说。 上面画着一个指向埃菲尔铁塔下面的箭头。 “好主意，泰普！”也许我们会找到迪莱，发现我们的使命是什么，”汉娜说。 “嗯，虽然看起来展会还没有开始，”当他们走近塔楼时，杰克逊说。 “看到了吗?只有带着工具和手推车的人经过。” “我们可以试着溜进去，”汉娜

said eagerly. "Maybe they won't notice us." Jackson laughed. "With a cuckoo on your shoulder?" "Maybe I can coax her into my bag." Hannah stroked Tempo's chest and said, "Would you like a tasty treat?" Her gray head bobbed. "Cuck-er-uck-oooo!" "She's definitely feeling hungry!" said Jackson. Hannah helped Tempo to snuggle inside her satchel. Leaving the bag's flap open, she tucked in a few plump raisins. They walked past the kiosk, but a man with a droopy mustache told them, "We're not open yet. Only workers

急切地说。“也许他们不会注意到我们。” 杰克逊笑了。“肩膀上有只布谷鸟？”“也许我可以把她哄进我的包里。” 汉娜抚摸着天宝的胸膛说：“你想要美味的款待吗？”她灰白的头发微微摆动。 “Cuck-er-uck-oooo !”“她肯定是饿了！”杰克逊说。 汉娜帮助泰普依偎在她的书包里。 她打开袋子的盖子，塞进几颗饱满的葡萄干。 他们走过报亭，但一个留着小胡子的男人告诉他们：“我们还没开门。 只有工人