Els llavis de Becky tremolaren i les llagrimes entelaren sos ulls. Amaga aquests senyals amb joia forçada i continua parlotejant; pero l'animació havia fugit de la forada, aleshores, i de tota altra cosa. Becky se n'ana tan aviat com pogué, i s'amaga, i s'abandona a allo que el seu sexe nomena «un bon plor».
Becky's lips trembled and the tears came to her eyes; she hid these signs with a forced gayety and went on chattering, but the life had gone out of the picnic, now, and out of everything else; she got away as soon as she could and hid herself and had what her sex call "a good cry."