将从A一直写到K.

　　但是，妈妈，您为什么笑？

　　您不相信我会写得和爸爸一样好！

　　但是我将用心写，把所有的字母写得又大又好看。

　　当我写完后，您以为我会像爸爸那样笨，把它放到那可恶邮差的袋子里吗？

　　我会马上自己为您送信，然后逐字逐句地给您读。

　　我知道那个邮差不愿意把真正的好信送给您。

　　The Hero

　　Mother, let us imagine we are travelling, and passing through a strange and dangerous country.

　　You are riding in a palanquin and I am trotting by you on a red horse.

　　It is evening and the sun goes down. The waste of Joradighi lies wan and grey before us. The land is desolate and barren.

　　You are frightened and thinking-“I know not where we have come to.”

　　I say to you, “Mother, do not be afraid.”

　　The meadow is prickly with spiky grass, and through it runs a narrow broken path.

　　There are no cattle to be seen in the wide field; they have gone to their village stalls.

　　It grows dark and dim on the land and sky, and we cannot tell where we are going.

　　Suddenly you call me and ask me in a whisper, “What light is that near the bank?”

　　Just then there bursts out a fearful yell, and figures come running towards us.