With a timid[羞怯的]
　　voice and idolizing[崇拜偶像]
　　eyes, the little boy greeted his father as he returned from work, “Daddy, how much do you make an hour?”
　　Greatly surprised, but giving his boy a
　　glaring[耀眼的] look, the
　　father said, “Look, son, not even your mother knows that. Don’t bother me now, I’m tired.”
　　“But Daddy, just tell me please! How much do you make an hour?” the boy insisted.
　　The father finally gave up and replied, “Twenty dollars per hour.”
　　“Okay, Daddy. Could you loan me ten dollars?” the boy asked.
　　Showing restlessness and positively disturbed, the father yelled—
　　“So that was the reason you asked how much I earn, right? Go to sleep and don’t bother me anymore!”
　　It was already dark and the father felt guilty as he
　　meditated on what he had said. Maybe, he thought, his son wanted to buy something. So the father went to his son’s room.
　　“Are you asleep, son?” asked the father.
　　“No, Daddy. Why?” replied the boy, partially asleep.
　　“Here’s the money you asked for earlier,” the father said.
　　“Thanks, Daddy!” rejoiced the son, putting his hand
　　under his pillow and pulling out some money.
　　“Now I have twenty dollars!” the boy said to his father, who was gazing at his son, confused at what his son just said. “Daddy, could you sell me one hour of your time?”
　　
　　小男孩双眼充满崇拜，用羞怯的语气迎接刚刚下班回家的父亲：“爸爸，您一个小时挣多少钱？”
　　父亲非常惊讶，但他神气地看着儿子，说：“瞧，儿子，连你妈妈也不知道呢。别打扰我，我很累了。”
　　“但是，爸爸，告诉我吧！您一个小时挣多少钱？”男孩坚持道。
　　父亲最终屈服了，回答说：“每小时二十美元。”
　　“好的，爸爸。您能借我十美元吗？”男孩问道。
　　父亲很不耐烦，他明显被激怒了，大声吼道——
　　“这就是你问我一个小时挣多少钱的原因吗？快去睡觉，别再来烦我！”
　　天黑了，父亲思索着自己对儿子说的话，感到非常愧疚。也许儿子只是想买点什么，他心想。于是父亲来到了儿子的房间。
　　“儿子，你睡着了吗？”父亲问。
　　“还没呢，爸爸。怎么了？”男孩睡眼惺忪地回答。
　　“这是刚才你跟我借的钱，”父亲说。
　　“谢谢您，爸爸！”男孩高兴极了，伸手从枕头下面掏出一些钱。
　　“现在我有二十美元了！”男孩对父亲说，父亲看着儿子，对他的话感到迷惑不解。“爸爸，您能卖给我一小时您的时间吗？”