Dick. Oh, Mother! We have been to the baker’s shop.
迪克：哦，妈妈！我们去过面包店了ud)kuNZM8xl6tvJoTO。
Fanny. We smelled our goose, Mother! The baker says it is nearly done. There are a dozen geese in his big oven. Oh, how good they smell!
范妮：我们闻到了烤鹅的香味，妈妈！面包师说快烤好了SJykJe7;R0。他的大烤箱里有许多鹅AEUqZ6-ES2_+7lo。噢，它们闻起来真香！
Dick. And the sage and onions, too. Oh! oh! oh! oh!
迪克：还有鼠尾草和洋葱J,kRQ#6]tk;r_8(s。噢！噢！噢！噢！
[The two children dance up and down.]
[两个孩子蹦蹦跳跳JTrPN&nOYhV1FqKE。]
Fanny. Oh, Dick, see Peter’s new collar! How fine he looks in it! Dick. It is father’s collar. Some day I can have one of father’s collars, too. Then I will go to walk in the Park. Doesn’t Peter look beautiful?
范妮：哦，迪克，快看彼得的新衣领！他看起来真帅气！迪克，这是爸爸的衣领hbvn3YI16A9-#UEC。总有一天我也会拥有爸爸的一个衣领，然后我就去公园散步06(xUMOvNa。彼得看起来难道不帅气吗？
[They dance around Peter.]
[他们围着彼得跳跃dOnvZSS@wg@CQ[wzL。]
Mrs. Cratchit. Where can your dear father be?
克拉特基特夫人：你们亲爱的爸爸去哪了？
And your brother, Tiny Tim? And Martha wasn’t as late as this last Christmas!
还有你们的弟弟，小提姆？玛莎不会像去年圣诞节那样迟到那么久吧！
[Martha comes in.]
[玛莎走进屋_N1;BxR534RcZ^~4gGV。]
Fanny. Here’s Martha, Mother. Oh, Martha, there’s such a goose in the baker’s oven!
范妮：玛莎来了，妈妈o967LV|,bH)4a)2MnTQ。噢，玛莎，面包师的烤炉里烤着一只鹅！
Mrs. Cratchit. [ Taking off Martha's bonnet and shawl, and kissing her half a dozen times.] Why, bless your heart, my dear, how late you are!
克拉特基特夫人：[摘下玛莎的帽子和披肩，亲了她好几次WnBB9iEpYgd3p。]为什么，我的天哪，亲爱的，你这么晚才来！

Martha. We worked till very late in the shop last night. Then we had to get up early this morning to clear everything away.
玛莎：我们昨晚在店铺工作到很晚，今天早上我们得早起，把所有东西都清理干净9[-6(7NX0YNb。
Mrs. Cratchit. Well, never mind, so long as you have come. Sit down before the fire, my dear, and get warm.
克拉特基特夫人：没关系，你来了就好[%;gGlS,t[CTO。坐在火炉前吧，亲爱的，烤暖和点*R,7~(2^X8zAhd5sE。
Dick. Here’s Father coming! Hide, Martha, hide!
迪克：爸爸回来了！藏起来，玛莎，藏起来！
[Martha hides behind the door as Bob Cratchit comes in. One end of a comforter hangs down before him, and the rest is wound tightly about his neck. His worn clothes are carefully mended and brushed. Tiny Tim, holding a crutch in his hand, is on his father’s shoulder.]
[鲍勃·克拉特基特进屋时，玛莎躲到门后cBbTW#R7UaZo#N|@TWRU。围巾的一头垂在他胸前，其余部分紧紧地缠在他的脖子上u!;^.a)rP%E7|d#。他的旧衣服经过细心地修补和擦拭%[z-QYXjUG_wdN-Hu]。小提姆手里拿着拐杖，坐在父亲肩上u3iVR4fY.sIYc。]
Bob Cratchit. [Looking around.] Why, where’s our Martha?
鲍勃·克拉特基特：[环顾四周e85+^nNrg1E#=3。]为什么我们的玛莎没来？
Fanny and Dick. Not coming!
范妮和迪克，也没来！
Bob Cratchit. [ Surprised and disappointed.] Not coming? On Christmas Day?
鲍勃·克拉特基特：[感到惊讶又失望&vI)NkGRzlQ。]不来了吗？在圣诞节这天？
[He puts Tiny Tim down.]
[他放下小提姆#v=hJ3mC*K7e~8TK3V。]
Mrs. Cratchit. We must not make Father sad with our jokes. No, Martha is not coming, because she is already here.
克拉特基特夫人：我们不能让爸爸因为我们开的玩笑而感到伤心(7nYUIkr,F;~ptVH+Y。不，玛莎不来了，因为她已经在这里了wMuC!bJAVMbABiYf_m。
Martha. [Running out ] Here I am, Father! Merry Christmas to you!
玛莎：[跑出来]我在这，爸爸！祝您圣诞快乐！