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visit with a tramp一个流浪汉的来访I was swinging on the front gate, trying to decide whether to walk down the street to play with Verna, my best friend in fifth grade, when I saw a tramp come up the road.我在院门口晃悠，想着要不要去街对面找维娜玩，她是我五年级最好的朋友。这时，我看见从街上走来一个流浪汉。“Hello, little girl,” he said. “Is your mama at home？”“你好，小姑娘，”他说，“你妈妈在家吗？”I nodded and swung the gate open to let him in the yard. He looked like all the tramps who came to our house from the hobo camp by the river during the Great Depression. His shaggy hair hung below a shapeless hat, and his threadbare shirt and trousers had been rained on and slept in. He smelled like a bonfire4.我点点头，把门打开让他进了院子。经济大萧条时期，有许多流浪汉从河那边的游民营来过我家，他看起来跟他们一样，蓬乱的头发从那顶不像样的帽子下露了出来，破破烂烂的衬衣和裤子显然被雨水淋湿过，还穿着睡过觉。他浑身散发着一种篝火烧焦的味道。He shuffled to the door. When my mother appeared, he asked, “Lady, could you spare a bite to eat？”他慢吞吞地走到门口。我妈妈出来了，他问：“夫人，能不能给我点吃的？”“I think so. Please sit on the step.”“好吧，请坐在台阶上等一下。”He dropped onto the narrow wooden platform that served as the front porch of our two room f