I knew what my hero Roy Rogers would do in this situation. "'Scuse me," I said. "Those are Mrs. Conard's apples. She doesn't like us kids to pick them, so you probably shouldn't pick them either." The lady gave me a look like she appreciated the friendly advice. She came and sat down on the rock with me. "Nothing better to do on a nice summer's day than sit here on this rock?" she said.

＂我知道我心目中的英雄罗杰在这种情况下会怎么做．＂＂对不起，＂我开口了．＂这些是Conard太太的苹果．她不让我们小孩摘，因此，也许你也不应该摘．＂这位女士看了我一眼，看来颇为欣赏我的友善提示．她走过来，与我一起坐在石头上．＂没有什么比在一个晴朗的夏日坐在石头上更好的享受了，是吧？＂她说．