双语故事 老希尔德布朗(6)

　　"It's me, kinswoman," said the kinsman. "Can you give me shelter for the night? I did not sell my eggs at the market, so now I have to carry them back home, but they are too heavy, and I can't make it. It is already dark."

　　"Well," said the peasant's wife, "you have come at a very inconvenient time, but it can't be helped. Just sit down over there on the bench by the stove." So the kinsman took a seat on the bench and set his pack basket down beside him. And the priest and the peasant's wife proceeded to carry on.

　　After a while the priest said, "Listen, my dear woman, you are such a good singer. Sing something for me."

　　"No," said the peasant's wife, "I can't sing anymore. I could sing well when I was younger, but that's all behind me now."

　　"Oh," said the priest, "do sing just a little."