波莉逛市集

贝尔塔说话算数。早上九点，她就提着篮子敲响了绿色的门，两位一起走到广场，那里每个星期六都有市集。街上飘着橙子和新鲜面包的味道。「早上好！」波莉在第一个摊位前打招呼，整排遮阳篷下面的人好像都同时回了话。

Berta kept her promise. At nine in the morning she was already knocking at the green door, basket in paw, and they walked together to the square where the Saturday market opens. The street smelled of oranges and fresh bread. "Good morning!" Polly called out at the first stall, and the whole row of awnings seemed to answer at once.

水果摊上，一只系着条纹围裙的山羊正把苹果堆成一座完美的金字塔。波莉指着一个绿色带刺的东西。「这是什么？我从来没见过这种水果。」山羊笑了，切下薄薄的一片递过来。波莉就这样明白了：在这个小区，先尝一口，再决定买不买。「我要两个苹果，还有一个那个，我想尝尝。」

At the fruit stall a goat in a striped apron was stacking apples into a perfect pyramid. Polly pointed at something green and spiky. "What is this? I have never seen this fruit." The goat laughed, cut a thin slice, and held it out. That is how Polly learned that in this neighborhood you taste first and decide later. "I want two apples and one of those, to try it."

「一共多少钱？」山羊报了价，贝尔塔点点头，表示价钱公道，波莉把硬币一枚一枚数出来，每数一个数字都很得意。「请给我一个袋子。我要把这些都带回家。」回去的路上，袋子挂在一只翅膀下面晃啊晃，波莉决定，以后每个星期六都要来市集。有些课，尝起来比听起来更好。

"How much is it all together?" The goat named a price, Berta nodded that it was fair, and Polly counted out the coins one by one, proud of every single number. "A bag, please. I have to carry everything home." On the walk back, with the bag swinging under one wing, Polly decided that the market would be a Saturday habit. Some lessons taste better than they sound.