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It was easy to creep unseen into the little play-shed I where all the twins’ toys, bicycles, balls, bats, and outing garments were kept; it was also easy to slip into her little tweed knickers, so like Joe’s, into her brother’s red sweater, red stockings, and small, scuffed ball shoes.
我很容易偷偷溜進那間小游戲室，里面放著雙胞胎的玩具、自行車、球、球棒和郊游服裝；她也很容易穿上她的粗花呢短褲，就像喬的一樣，穿上她哥哥的紅毛衣、紅襪子和磨破了的小球鞋。
With the red cap and visor pulled over her eyes, no one would have dreamed that it was not Joe who stepped jauntily into the ball park just before the game was called. Least of all did the team suspect. They had a yell for each of their players. When they saw Josie, they stamped their feet and chanted:
戴著紅帽子，戴著遮陽帽，誰也不會想到在比賽開始前興高采烈地走進球場的人不是喬。尤其團隊沒有產生懷疑。他們對每個隊員都大喊大叫。當他們看到喬西時，他們跺著腳高唱：
“Here’s Joe—Joe—Joe!
“喬來了！
Now the game will go—go—go!”
現在比賽開始！”
Thrills ran up and down Josie’s back. She had never dreamed of anything so delightful. “I’ve got to make it go. I have to,” she resolved. “If I play poorly, and the boys find out, they will tease me forever and ever.”
喬西的后背上一陣一陣地震顫。她做夢也沒想到會有這么令人愉快的事。“我得走了。我必須，”她解決了這件事。“如果我打得不好，孩子們發現了，他們會永遠取笑我。”
