One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied.
一块八毛七分钱。这就是全部了。其中六毛钱还是由一枚枚一分钱的硬币攒出来的。这些一分硬币是一枚两枚地从杂货铺老板、菜贩和屠夫那里硬讨还价抠搜出来的，直抠到脸颊发烫，深感这种分厘必争的交易背后所暗含的吝啬指责。
Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.
德拉数了整整三遍。还是一块八毛七分钱。而明天，就是圣诞节了。
There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.
显然，此刻除了扑倒在那张破旧的小沙发上号啕大哭之外，别无他法。于是德拉真的哭了。这不禁引发了一种人生的道德反思：生活正是由抽泣、擤鼻涕和微笑交织而成的，而其中擤鼻涕占据了绝大部分。