3-07 Mercy Watson Fights Crime

Chapter seven. Mercy woke up. Oink, she said. Easy now, said a voice. Mercy looked out of the corner of her eye. The little man was on her back. Mercy stood up. Steady, girl, said the little man.

第七章。 梅西醒了。 "哼哼。"她说道。 "别慌哦。"一个声音说道。 梅西用眼角余光往外瞥了瞥。 那个小个子男人正坐在她背上。 梅西站了起来。 "站稳咯，小家伙。"小个子男人说道。

Mercy shook herself. The little man slid forward. Whoa there, he said. Mercy smelled something. What was it? Butter.

梅西抖了抖身子。 小个子男人往前滑了一下。 "哇啊！"他叫道。 梅西闻到了一股味道。 是什么呀？ 是黄油。

Mercy looked around the kitchen, no bread, no toaster. But she definitely smelled butter. Maybe someone next door was making sugar cookies. Oink, said Mercy.

梅西在厨房四处张望，没有面包，也没有烤面包机。 但她绝对闻到了黄油的香味。 说不定隔壁有人在做糖曲奇呢。 "哼哼。"梅西说道。

She galloped out the open door. She galloped toward the Lincoln sisters house. Yippee -i -oh, shouted Leroy Ninker. Away we go.

她从敞开的门飞奔了出去。 她朝着林肯姐妹家飞奔而去。 "呀比咿哦！"勒罗伊·宁克大喊道。 我们出发啦。