镇上的人都管她叫好婆。请她开钮扣洞的裁缝、教堂司事和小姑娘萨莉,都这么称呼她。冬天灰暗的傍晚,教堂司事总要在靠背长倚里搜寻她一番才把门锁上。她曾经给萨莉写出一首悲叹饥荒的歌词。生活对待她很凶狠,但她从来不埋怨,总是笑容可掬,圆圆的双颊红通通的,像是可以吃的或舐的东西。是的,她使我想起油煎苹果馅饼,没有比这更像的了。 All the people in town call her a good woman. Ask her to open the buttonhole tailor, church director and little girl Sally, are so called her. Gray winter evening, the church chief always in the back of her long search for her to lock the door. She once wrote to Sally a lament for famine. Her treatment of life is fierce, but she never complains that she always smiles, her red eyes are red, like something she can eat or eat. Yes, she reminds me of fried apple pie, no more than this.