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“I don’t care for such roses as this!” cried Marygold.“It has no smell, and the hard petals prick my nose!”
“我不喜歡這種玫瑰！”瑪麗金哭著說道。“它沒有氣味，堅硬的花瓣刺痛了我的鼻子！”
The child now sat down to table, but was so occupied with her grief for the blighted roses that she did not even notice the wonderful change of her china bowl. Perhaps this was all the better.
這孩子現在坐到餐桌上，但是她為枯萎的玫瑰花感到悲傷，甚至沒有注意到她的瓷碗發生了奇妙的變化。也許這樣更好。
Midas, meanwhile, had poured out a cup of coffee; and, as a matter of course, the coffee-pot, whatever metal it may have been when he took it up, was gold when he set it down. He began to be puzzled with the difficulty of keeping his treasures safe. The cupboard and the kitchen would no longer be a safe place for articles so valuable as golden bowls and coffee-pots.
與此同時，邁達斯倒了一杯咖啡；當然，不管咖啡壺在他拿起時是什么金屬，當他把它放下來時，它就是金子了。他開始為保護他的財寶的安全而感到困惑。櫥柜和廚房將不再是放置像金碗和咖啡壺這樣貴重物品的安全地方。
Amid these thoughts, he lifted a spoonful of coffee to his lips, and, sipping it, was astonished to find that it became molten gold, and the next moment hardened into a lump!
就在他想著這些的時候，他拿起一匙咖啡放在唇邊，抿了一口，驚奇地發現它已經變成了融化的金子，一會兒就變成了一個硬塊！
“Ha!” exclaimed Midas, rather terrified.
“哈！”邁達斯驚叫道，相當害怕。
“What is the matter, father?” asked little Marygold, gazing at him, with tears still standing in her eyes.
“怎么了，爸爸？”小瑪麗金盯著他問道，眼里還含著淚水。
“Nothing, child, nothing!” said Midas. “Eat your bread and milk before it gets quite cold.”
“沒有，孩子，沒什么！”邁達斯說道。“在面包和牛奶變冷之前把它們吃了。”
