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Mr. Arable smiled.
阿拉布爾先生微笑了。
"Certainly not," he said, looking down at his daughter with love.
“當然不會，”他說著，疼愛地低頭看著女兒，
"But this is different. A little girl is one thing, a little runty pig is another."
“不過這是兩碼事。女孩小是一回事，落腳豬小又是一回事。”
"I see no difference," replied Fern,
“我看不出有什么兩樣，”弗恩回答說，
still hanging on to the ax.
仍舊抓住斧頭不放，
"This is the most terrible case of injustice I ever heard of."
“我聽到過那么多不公平的事，這件事是最最不公平的。”
A queer look came over John Arable's face.
約翰.阿拉布爾先生臉上掠過一種古怪的表情。
He seemed almost ready to cry himself.
他覺得自己也要哭出來了。
"All right," he said. "You go back to the house and I will bring the runt when I come in.
“好吧好吧，”他說，“你先回去，我回家的時候把這落腳豬帶回來，
I'll let you start it on a bottle, like a baby.
讓你用奶瓶喂它奶，像喂小寶寶似的。
Then you'll see what trouble a pig can be."
這下子你就會看到，對付一只小豬有多么麻煩了。”
