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"Oh, dear, how hard it does seem to take up our packs and go on," sighed Meg the morning after the party, for now the holidays were over, the week of merrymaking did not fit her for going on easily with the task she never liked.
“唉！又得背起擔(dān)子往前走了，生活真是一種磨難，”晚會的第二天早上梅格這樣嘆息道。過節(jié)玩了一周，現(xiàn)在又要從事不喜歡的工作，她心里相當(dāng)不情愿。
"I wish it was Christmas or New Year's all the time. Wouldn't it be fun?" answered Jo, yawning dismally.
“我但愿每天都過圣誕節(jié)或者過新年，那就好玩了，”喬說著懶洋洋地打了個呵欠。
"We shouldn't enjoy ourselves half so much as we do now. But it does seem so nice to have little suppers and bouquets, and go to parties, and drive home, and read and rest, and not work. It's like other people, you know, and I always envy girls who do such things, I'm so fond of luxury," said Meg, trying to decide which of two shabby gowns was the least shabby.
“我們能過上現(xiàn)在這種日子已經(jīng)是三生有幸。但是如果能參加一些宴會舞會，有鮮花馬車，每天讀書休息，不用工作，那該有多么愜意。你知道有些人就有這樣的福氣，我總是羨慕這些女孩子，我這人就是向往奢華，”梅格說。她正在比較兩條破舊不堪的長裙，看哪一條稍好一點。
"Well, we can't have it, so don't let us grumble but shoulder our bundles and trudge along as cheerfully as Marmee does. I'm sure Aunt March is a regular Old Man of the Sea to me, but I suppose when I've learned to carry her without complaining, she will tumble off, or get so light that I shan't mind her."
“畢竟我們沒有這個福氣，還是別發(fā)牢騷，挑起擔(dān)子，像媽媽一樣樂觀地向前走吧。我肯定馬奇嬸嬸就是我的冤家對頭，但我想只要我學(xué)會忍受，不去埋怨，她就會被丟到腦后，或者變得微不足道?！?/P>
This idea tickled Jo's fancy and put her in good spirits, but Meg didn't brighten, for her burden, consisting of four spoiled children, seemed heavier than ever. She had not heart enough even to make herself pretty as usual by putting on a blue neck ribbon and dressing her hair in the most becoming way.
這主意讓喬覺得挺好玩，心情也愉快起來，但梅格卻不是很高興，因為她的擔(dān)子--四個寵壞了的孩子--現(xiàn)在顯得異常沉重。她甚至沒有心情像往常一樣在領(lǐng)口打上藍(lán)絲，也沒有心緒對鏡理妝。
"Where's the use of looking nice, when no one sees me but those cross midgets, and no one cares whether I'm pretty or not?" she muttered, shutting her drawer with a jerk. "I shall have to toil and moil all my days, with only little bits of fun now and then, and get old and ugly and sour, because I'm poor and can't enjoy my life as other girls do. It's a shame!"
“一天到晚都對著幾個小搗蛋鬼，我打扮得這么漂亮有誰來看？又有誰來理會我漂亮不漂亮？”她咕噥道，把抽屜猛地一推關(guān)上，”我將終生勞碌，只能偶爾得到一點樂趣，逐漸變老變丑，變得尖酸刻薄，就因為我窮，不能像其他女孩子一樣享受生活。這是個恥辱！”
So Meg went down, wearing an injured look, and wasn't at all agreeable at breakfast time. Everyone seemed rather out of sorts and inclined to croak.
梅格說完走下去，臉上帶著一種受傷的表情，吃早餐時也全無心緒。
