旺达没有什么朋友。无论是上学还是回家,她都独来独往。她经常穿一条褪了色的、晾得走了形的蓝裙子,尽管很干净,但一看就知道从来没有好好熨烫过。她虽然没有朋友,却有很多女孩跟她说话。她们会站在奥利弗大街拐角处的枫树下等她,将她团团围住。佩琪总会用一种特别谦和的语调跟旺达讲话:“旺达,跟我们说说,你曾经说过你的衣柜里挂着多少条裙子来着?”“一百条。”旺达回答说。“一百条!?”周围的女孩都尖叫着表示怀疑。 Wanda has no friends. Whether going to school or going home, she is lonely. She often wore a faded, air-dried blue skirt, though clean, but at first glance she knew she had never been properly ironed. Although she has no friends, many girls talk to her. They would stand by her under the maple tree at the corner of Oliver Avenue and surround her. Peiqi always speaks to Wanda in a particularly modest tone: “Wanda, tell us, how many skirts have you ever mentioned in your closet?” “One hundred.” “Wanda replied. ”One hundred !? " The girls around screamed skeptical.