The Power of Invisible Friendship
- A group of children befriends a boy named George, who has an invisible friend named Harvey.
- They invite George and Harvey to join their club, and Harvey's opinion becomes important in their decisions.
- When they consider admitting a girl named Jean into their club, Harvey disagrees, but Jean ultimately becomes a member and Harvey disappears.
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訳をお願いします！ Seeing George under our tree house, we invited him up to play. Not having brothers or sisters or friends to play with in our neighborhood, he was always alone. He looked happy, but paused a moment, looking up at us. Then he asked hesitantly, "Can my friend come up, too?" "Well, okay, bring him up, too," we said. George was very happy and he came up by himself. "Where is your friend?"We asked him. "He is standing next to me. He is my secret friend." We looked at each other, saying nothing. We invited George to play some Nintendo games. Playing the games, he talked to "Harvey." Then he started coming to our Saturday Club every Saturday, along with his friend, Harvey. We usually ignored Harvey, since he wasn't really there. However, we didn't mind George talking to him. One day, we were talking about admitting girls into our club. Frank and George liked this idea. But Billy and I didn't think it was a good idea. Frank suddenly said, "What does Harvey think?" Billy and I surprised. But George said slowly, "Harvey says he doesn't want any girls in the club." Disappointed, Frank looked at George questioningly. After that George and Harvey became important members of the club. Whenever a vote was tied two to two, we asked George what Harvey thought. Several weeks later, we had the same discussion about admitting girls into our club. There was a girl named Jean at school. She could climb trees, run fast and even play baseball as well as any boy. This time, only Harvey disagreed. After Jean became a member, she broke the tie vote, and Harvey became very silent. In fact, we never heard from him again.
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私たちのツリーハウス（木の上の小屋）の下にいるジョージを見かけた時、私たちは上に遊びに来るように彼を招待しました。 私たちの近所には、一緒に遊ぶ兄弟、姉妹、友人がいなかったので、彼は常に一人だったからです。 彼は嬉しそうでしたが、ちょっと間をおいて、我々を見上げました。 それから、「僕の友達も上がって行っていい？」と、彼はためらいがちに尋ねました。 「そうだね、いいよ、彼も連れて上がっておいでよ」と、私たちは言いました。 ジョージはとても喜びました、そして、彼は一人で上がって来ました。 「君の友達は、どこにいるの？」と、私たちは、彼に尋ねました。 「彼は、僕の隣に立っています。 彼は、僕の秘密の友達なんです。」 私たちは、何も言わずに、互いを見ました。 私たちは、任天堂のゲームをしようとジョージを誘いました。 ゲームをしながら、彼は「ハービー」に話しかけました。 それから、友達のハービーと一緒に、彼は毎週土曜日に私たちの土曜クラブに来るようになりました。 私たちは、たいてい、ハービーを無視しました、と言うのは、彼が実際にはそこにいなかったからです。 しかし、私たちは、ジョージが彼に話しかけることを気にしませんでした。 ある日、私たちは女の子を私たちのクラブに入れることについて話していました。 フランクとジョージは、この考えが気に入りました。 しかし、ビリーと私は、それが良い考えだとは思いませんでした。 「ハービーは、どう思う？」と、フランクが突然言いました。 ビリーと私は、驚きました。 しかし、「ハービーは、クラブに女の子は一人もいらないと言っています。」と、ジョージはゆっくり言いました。 がっかりして、フランクは何か問たげにジョージを見ました。 その後、ジョージとハービーは、クラブの重要なメンバーになりました。 票が2対2になったときはいつでも、私たちはハービーがどう思うか、ジョージに尋ねました。 数週間後、私たちは、女の子を私たちのクラブに入れることについて同じ議論をしました。 ジーンという名の女の子が、学校にいました。 彼女は木によじ登ることができて、速く走ることができて、野球もどんな男の子にも負けないくらい上手に出来ました。 今度は、ハービーだけが賛成しませんでした。 ジーンがメンバーになったあと、彼女は同数票を無くしました、それで、ハービーはとても黙っているようになりました。 実際、私たちは二度と彼から意見を聞くことはありませんでした。
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