2-02 Mercy Watson Gose For A Ride

Chapter 2. Hehehe, says Mr. Watson every Saturday. You, my dear, are a porcine wonder, but even porcine wonders cannot drive cars. Mr. Watson gently pushes Mercy toward the passenger seat, but Mercy does not move.

第二章。 "呵呵呵，"沃森先生每个周六都会这么说。 亲爱的，你是个了不起的小猪，可就算是了不起的小猪也不能开车呀。 沃森先生轻轻把默西往副驾驶座推，可默西一动也不动。

She does not want to sit in the passenger seat. Mercy Watson wants to drive. Ha ha ha, says Mr. Watson again. He pushes less gently. Scoot over, my dear. Mercy does not move. Help me! Mr. Watson calls out. Every Saturday, Mrs. Watson steps outside.

她可不想坐副驾驶座。 默西·沃森想要开车。 "哈哈哈，"沃森先生又笑了起来。 这次他推得没那么轻了。 挪过去点，亲爱的。 默西还是一动也不动。 快来帮帮我！ 沃森先生大喊道。 每个周六，沃森太太都会走到屋外。

Darling, Mrs. Watson says, if you let Mr. Watson drive, I will make you an extra helping of hot buttered toast. I will have it waiting for you when you get back home. Mercy narrows her eyes. She loves hot buttered toast. She also loves extra helpings.

"亲爱的，"沃森太太说道，"如果你乖乖让沃森先生开车， 我会给你多做一份热黄油吐司哦。 等你们回到家的时候，我就做好放在那儿等你啦。 默西眯起了眼睛。 她可太爱热黄油吐司了。 她也最爱多出来的那份好吃的啦。

Slowly, very slowly, she moves over to the passenger side. What a dear, says Mrs. Watson. She claps her hands. You are such a good sport, darling. Yes, says Mr. Watson. She most certainly is. He gets in the car and sits behind the wheel. He turns the key in the ignition. The Watson convertible rumbles to life.

她慢吞吞地、特别慢地挪到了副驾驶那侧。 "真乖呀。"沃森太太说道。 她拍了拍手。 你可真懂事呀，亲爱的。 "是啊，"沃森先生说道。 她当然很乖啦。 他坐进车里，坐到了驾驶位上。 他把钥匙插进点火开关拧了一下。 沃森家的敞篷车轰隆隆地发动起来了。