Dr. Dorian 多里安医生

　　The next day was Saturday. 第二天是星期六。

　　Fern stood at the kitchen sink drying the breakfast dishes as her mother washed them. 弗恩站在厨房水池旁边，把妈妈洗干净的早餐盘子擦干。

　　Mrs. Arable worked silently. 阿拉布尔太太默默地干活。

　　She hoped Fern would go out and play with other children, 她希望弗恩出去和别的孩子玩，

　　instead of heading for the Zuckermans' barn to sit and watch animals. 而不要上朱克曼家的谷仓，坐在那里一个劲儿地看着那些动物。

　　"Charlotte is the best storyteller I ever heard," said Fern, “我听到过那么多人讲故事，夏洛是讲得最棒的。”

　　poking her dish towel into a cereal bowl. 弗恩一面用抹布擦碗一面说。

　　"Fern," said her mother sternly, “弗恩，”她妈妈严厉地说，

　　"you must not invent things. “你再也不可以胡编乱造了。

　　You know spiders don't tell stories. Spiders can't talk." 你知道蜘蛛不会讲故事。蜘蛛根本不会说话。”

　　"Charlotte can," replied Fern. “可夏洛会，”弗恩回答说，

　　"She doesn't talk very loud, but she talks." “它说话不很响，可它会说话。”