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When the night came, Esteban made himself black, and wrapped around him the Spanish cloak that had been his grandfather’s. It swept the ground, but Esteban, small as he was, wore it gracefully, for many of his forebears had worn such cloaks not only for warmth, but for adornment. The little band of singers went first to the governor’s palace. It was a beautiful palace of more than thirty rooms, and for many years it had been the pride of Porto Rico. And yet the children sang for its household one of the simple, kindly songs which they also sang at humble doorways:
夜幕降臨時，埃斯特班把自己變成了黑色，用祖父的西班牙披風把自己裹了起來。披風掃過地面，埃斯特班雖然很小，但穿著很優雅，因為他的許多祖先穿這樣的斗篷不僅是為了取暖，而且是為了裝飾。小樂隊的歌手先去了總督的宮殿。這是一座美麗的宮殿，有三十多個房間，多年來一直是波多黎各的驕傲。然而，孩子們還是為這家人唱了一首簡單而親切的歌，就像他們在簡陋的門口唱的那樣：
The house we stand before,
我們面前的房子，
Has kindly doors of wood,
有很好的木門，
And those who live within
還有那些住在里面的人
Are generous and good.
慷慨善良。
