When it was yet light enough to work and read , she had neither engaged herself in her usual work , nor had she read to him . she had employed herself in both ways , at his side under the tree , many and many a time ; but , this time was not quite like any other , and nothing could make it so 在天色还明亮可以工作和读书时，她没有做日常的女红针黹，也没有念书给爸爸听她曾不知多少次坐在树下他的身边，做过针线活儿，给他念过书，这一回却不同，她没有理由那样做。
