My sister had been ill, so I called to see how she was doing. My ten-year-old niece answered the phone. “Hello,” she whispered. “Hi, honey. How's your mother?” I asked. “She's sleeping,” she answered, again in a whisper. “Did she go to the doctor?” I asked. “Yes. She got some medicine,” my niece said softly. “Well, don't wake her up. Just tell her I called. What are you doing, by the way?” Again in a soft whisper, she answered, “Practicing my trumpet.”
我的姐姐病了,我打電話去看看她好一點沒有。我的十歲的外甥女接電話,輕聲地說:“喂?!蔽覇査骸肮怨?,你媽媽的病怎么樣了?”她仍然輕聲地說:“她在睡覺?!蔽覇枺骸八タ瘁t(yī)生了嗎?”我的外甥女小聲地說:“去了。拿了一點藥回來?!薄班牛灰行阉?。就說我打過電話了。順便問一句,你在干什么呢?”她依然小聲地說:“我在練習吹喇叭?!?