With Bewick on my knee, I was then happy: happy at least in my way.

Bewick 在我的膝盖上，我当时很开心：至少以我的方式很开心。

Glancing at the bookcases, I thought I could distinguish the two volumes of Bewick’s British Birds occupying their old place on the third shelf, and Gulliver’s Travels and the Arabian Nights ranged just above.

扫了一眼书柜，我想我可以分辨出两卷 Bewick 的英国鸟类占据了第三个架子上的旧位置，而格列佛游记和一千零一夜就在上面。

I returned to my book—Bewick’s History of British Birds: the letterpress thereof I cared little for, generally speaking; and yet there were certain introductory pages that, child as I was, I could not pass quite as a blank.

我回到我的书——比维克的英国鸟类史：一般来说， 我不太关心它的活版印刷； 然而，有一些介绍性的页面， 像我这样的孩子， 我不能完全通过空白。