可是我卻哭了�？弈悄吧�的、但卻疼愛我的賣灶糖(candy)的老漢。

　　后來我常想，他為什么疼愛我呢?無非我是個貪吃的、因?yàn)槌舐�而又少人疼愛的吧�?/P>

　　等我長大以后，總感到除了母親，再沒有誰能夠像他那樣樸素地疼愛過我——沒有任何希求，也沒有任何企望的。

　　我常常想念他，也常常想要找到我那個像豬肚子一樣的煙荷包。可是，它早已不知被我丟到哪里去了。

　　But I cried for the strange old candy peddler who had been so fond of me.

　　Later on, I wondered why. For no other reason than that I was a foolish little thing who loved candy, with few to love me because of my plain face.

　　When I glow up, I could never forget that apart from my own mother, no one had loved me so fondly and so disinterestedly, with no expectations whatever.

　　I often think of him now, and have tried to find that tobacco pouch that had looked like a piece of pork liver. But I don’t know what became of it.