Mr. Arable smiled.
阿拉布尔先生微笑了。
"Certainly not," he said, looking down at his daughter with love.
“当然不会，”他说着，疼爱地低头看着女儿，
"But this is different. A little girl is one thing, a little runty pig is another."
“不过这是两码事。女孩小是一回事，落脚猪小又是一回事。”
"I see no difference," replied Fern,
“我看不出有什么两样，”弗恩回答说，
still hanging on to the ax.
仍旧抓住斧头不放，
"This is the most terrible case of injustice I ever heard of."
“我听到过那么多不公平的事，这件事是最最不公平的。”

A queer look came over John Arable's face.
约翰.阿拉布尔先生脸上掠过一种古怪的表情。
He seemed almost ready to cry himself.
他觉得自己也要哭出来了。
"All right," he said. "You go back to the house and I will bring the runt when I come in.
“好吧好吧，”他说，“你先回去，我回家的时候把这落脚猪带回来，
I'll let you start it on a bottle, like a baby.
让你用奶瓶喂它奶，像喂小宝宝似的。
Then you'll see what trouble a pig can be."
这下子你就会看到，对付一只小猪有多么麻烦了。”