As Amy spoke, a great tear dropped on the golden hair of the sleeping child in her arms, for her one well–beloved daughter was a frail little creature and the dread of losing her was the shadow over Amy's sunshine.
艾米说着说着,一大泪珠落在睡在她臂弯里的孩子的金发上,因为她这惹人怜爱的唯一的女儿是个身体虚弱的东西,怕失去她正是艾米心中的阳光中的一片阴影。