She never finds herself very soon, so the minute her cap began to bob like a top-heavy dahlia, I whipped the Vicar of Wakefield out of my pocket, and read away, with one eye on him and one on Aunt.
她从来没有很快找到自己,所以当她的帽子开始像一朵头重脚轻的大丽花一样上下摆动时,我从口袋里掏出韦克菲尔德的牧师,然后读了起来,一只眼睛看着他,一只眼睛看着姨妈。