芒果街上的小屋第17篇

　　Our good days（1）

　　If you give me five dollars I will be your friend forever. That's what the little one tells me.

　　Five dollars is cheap since I don't have any friends except Cathy who is only my friend till Tuesday.

　　Five dollars, five dollars.

　　She is trying to get some body to chip in so they can buy a bicycle form this kid named Tito. They already have ten dollars and all they need is five more.

　　Don't talk to them, says Cathy. Can't you see they smell like a broom.

　　But I like them. Their clothes are crooked and old. They are wearing shiny Sunday shoes without socks. It makes their bald ankles all red, but I like them. Especially the big one who laughs with all her teeth. I like her even though she lets the little one do all the talking.

　　Five dollars, the little one says, only five.

　　如果你给我五块钱，我会永远做你的朋友。那个小的这么对我说

　　五块钱很便宜，因为我没有任何朋友，除了凯茜，她是我星期二之前的朋友。

　　五块钱啊，五块钱。

　　她想找人凑钱，那样，他们可以从那个叫提陀的小孩哪里买一辆自行车。她们已经十块了，他们再添五块钱就够了。

　　只要五块。她说。

　　别喝他们说话。凯茜说，你难道看不出来他们闻起来像扫把？

　　可是我喜欢她们。她们的衣服又皱又旧。她们穿的锃亮的礼拜天的鞋子，却没穿短袜。鞋子把她们的光脚踝擦得红红的。我喜欢她们。尤其是那个大的，小的时候露出一口牙齿。我喜欢她，尽管她让小的出来说话。

　　五块，小的说，只要五块。