Every Friday, a plate of cookies sat in the kitchen. The cookies were soft and sweet. Nobody knew who brought them.
每个星期五，厨房里都会出现一盘饼干。饼干又软又甜。没有人知道是谁带来的。
Aiko asked her friends. "Not me," said one. "Not me," said another. Even the boss said no.
爱子问了她的朋友们。“不是我，”一个人说。“不是我，”另一个人说。就连老板也说不是他。
Aiko wanted to know the answer. On Thursday night, she set her alarm for four o'clock.
爱子很想知道答案。星期四晚上，她把闹钟定在了四点。
On Friday morning, it was dark and cold. Aiko walked to the office. The street was empty.
星期五早上，天又黑又冷。爱子走向办公室，街上空荡荡的。
The building was quiet. Then she heard a sound in the kitchen. The light was on.
大楼里静悄悄的。然后她听到厨房里有声音，灯是亮着的。
An old man in a blue shirt stood there. He was the night cleaner. He put cookies on the plate.
一位穿蓝衬衫的老先生站在那里。他是夜班清洁工。他正把饼干放到盘子里。
"Good morning," Aiko said.
“早上好，”爱子说。
The man jumped. "Oh! You are very early."
老先生吓了一跳。“哦！你来得真早。”
"Are you the cookie person?" she asked.
“您就是送饼干的人吗？”她问。
"Yes," he said. "I bake them at home on Thursday night. The office is quiet at night. The cookies make the morning nice."
“是的，”他说，“我星期四晚上在家烤好。夜里办公室很安静。饼干能让早晨变得美好。”
Aiko took a cookie. It was still warm.
爱子拿了一块饼干，还是热的。
Later, she bought a card. She wrote, "Thank you for the cookies. We all love them." She put the card by the plate. Then she went to her desk.
后来，她买了一张卡片，写道：“谢谢您的饼干，我们大家都很喜欢。”她把卡片放在盘子旁边，然后回到了自己的座位。
