She was, alas, the helpless victim of my outbursts of temper and of affection, so that she became much the worse for wear. I had dolls which talked, and cried, and opened and shut their eyes; yet I never loved one of them as I loved poor Nancy. She had a cradle, and I often spent an hour or more rocking her. I guarded both doll and cradle with the most jealous care; but once I discovered my little sister sleeping peacefully in the cradle. At this presumption on the part of one to whom as yet no tie of love bound me I grew angry. I rushed upon the cradle and over-turned it, and the baby might have been killed had my mother not caught her as she fell. Thus it is that when we walk in the valley of twofold solitude we know little of the tender affections that grow out of endearing words and actions and companionship. But afterward, when I was restored to my human heritage, Mildred and I grew into each other's hearts, so that we were content to go hand-in-hand wherever caprice led us, although she could not understand my finger language, nor I her childish prattle.
唉，实际上，这个娃娃只是供我发脾气的牺牲品，所以，她总是一副破衣烂衫的样子。我有会说话的洋娃娃，也有会哭和会眨眼睛的洋娃娃，但是我从来都不会像爱我的破南希那样爱她们。南希有一个摇篮，我经常花一个小时甚至更多的时间把她放在摇篮里摇动。我无比关切地守护着娃娃和她的摇篮。但是有一次，我发现我的小妹妹安静地躺在摇篮里熟睡。现在只能做出这样的推测，那时根本就没有爱和亲情的纽带能束缚住我的愤怒。于是，我冲过去把摇篮翻了个个儿，要不是母亲上前抓住了她，妹妹也许会被我杀死。所以说，当我们行走在备感孤独的幽谷之中，我们才会逐渐了解到充满关爱的言行以及友情所带给我们的感动。后来，当我重新恢复了人类友爱的本性后，我和米尔德莱德已经成长为彼此交心的姊妹。无论世事如何变化，我们俩都愿意手拉手地面对眼前的一切，虽然她不懂我的手语，而我也不明白她那些孩子气的语言。