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从前,有一个自以为是的小女孩。她正沿街走着，看到另外一个穿得破破烂烂的小孩。她自言自语说：“像那个孩子一样那么贫穷，穿得那么破烂是多么不幸啊！她那么瘦小，一条打了补丁的披肩在风中飘来飘去，和我的丝绒连衣裙和外套相比真是天壤之别啊。" 这时，一个天使过来了。 “你在看什么？”天使问。 “我正在看那个女孩。"那个孩子回答。 "我也是。”天使说，“她穿得多么漂亮啊！" "什么意思？”那个孩子问，“我说的是正朝我们走来的那个女孩。她穿得破破烂烂的。如果说她算不上衣衫褴褛的话，她的衣服至少也是非常单薄，破旧不堪。” “噢，不。天使说，“你怎么能这么说呢？她正穿着一身耀眼的白色衣服，像霜一样一尘不染。我从来没看到这么漂亮的人儿。但是你，可怜的小东西，穿得的确是糟糕透了。难道风吹不透你这一身薄薄的破衣服吗？但是至少你也可以让自己的衣服干干净净，修补整齐啊。你应该能做到啊。” "我不明白你的意思。"女孩说，“那个女孩是一个衣着破烂的乞丐。我父亲是镇里最富有的人，我穿着丝绒连衣裙和外套，上面装饰着昂贵的毛皮。你在说什么啊?" "我说的是关于你灵魂的衣服。"天使说。 "我不知道什么灵魂。”女孩说。 "我觉得你也不知道。"天使回答。 A Misunderstanding Once a child who thought well of herself was walking along the street, and saw another child, who was poorly clad. “How wretched it must be,” she said to herself, “to be poor and shabby like that child! How thin she is! And how her patched cloak flutters in the wind； so different from my velvet dress and coat!” Just then an Angel came along. “What are you looking at?” asked the Angel. “I was looking at that girl!” said the child. “So was I，” said the Angel. “How beautifully she is dressed!” “What do you mean?” said the child. “I mean this one conning towards us. She is in rags, or at least if her clothes are not ragged, they are wretchedly thin and shabby. ” “Oh. no,” said the Angel. “How can you say so? She is in sparkling white, as clear as frost. I never saw anything so pretty. But you, you poor little thing, you are indeed miserably clad. Does not the wind blow through your flimsy tatters? But at least you could keep them clean and mended. You should see to that. ” “I don't know what you can mean!” said the child. “That girl is a ragged beggar, and my father is the richest man in town. I have a velvet dress and coat, trimmed with expensive fur. What are you talking about?” “About the clothes of your soul, of course!” said the Angel. “I don’t know anything about souls，’ said the child. “I shouldn't think you did!” said the Angel. |
