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“Come then, my little one, thou shalt hold it in thy hand for a moment. Perhaps that will satisfy thee.” The good woman took it down, and dusted it carefully, while Guillaume waited, quivering with eagerness.
“來吧，我的孩子，你拿在手里一會兒。或許這樣能讓你滿足。” 好心的婦人把它取下來，小心翼翼地撣去灰塵，而紀堯姆等著，焦急得渾身發抖。
As she gave it to him, and his fingers touched it, such a thrill of strange happiness rushed through him that he grew bold. “Mother,” he whispered entreatingly, “let me carry it with me today, to the hill.”
當她把它遞給他時，他的手指碰了碰它，一種奇怪的幸福的震顫傳遍了他的全身，他變得大膽起來。“媽媽，”他低聲哀求，“今天允許我帶著它上山吧。”
“To the hill!” cried his mother, raising her brows with astonishment. “Nay, nay, Guillaume, thou art far too young to be permitted to do that. Some harm might happen to it there.”
“要帶到山上！”他媽媽哭泣著揚起了眉毛。“不，不，紀堯姆，你太年輕了，不能那樣做。這樣可能會帶來一些傷害。”
“Nothing shall hurt it—I will take great care! See, I will keep it safely—here—in my breast.” His words came fast and imploringly, and his mother, although she feared to trust it to his keeping, could not resist the longing in his eyes.
“不會有什么傷害的——我會非常小心的！看，我要把它安全地藏在這里——在我的胸口。” 他說得又快又懇切，他的母親雖然不敢允許他這樣做，但還是無法抑制他眼中的渴望。
“Remember, my Guillaume,” she warned him, “it was thy grandfather’s. There is no other flute so fine in Maussane. See that thou dost bring it back unhurt.”
“記著，我的紀堯姆，”她警告他，“那是你祖父的。莫薩內再也沒有這么好的笛子了。你一定要把笛子完好無損地帶回來。”
