A Pillow and a Blanket

**Julia Kimber** · 01-11-2006, 05:58 AM

Wasn't sure where to put this but it seemed to fit right in here.

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A long time ago, a young, wealthy girl was getting ready for bed.
>>>> She was saying her prayers when she heard a muffled crying coming
>>>> through her window. A little frightened, she went over to the window
>>>> and leaned out.
>>>>
>>>> Another girl, who seemed to be about her age and homeless was
>>>> standing in the alley by the rich girl's house. Her heart went out
>>>> to the homeless girl, for it was the dead of winter, and the girl
>>>> had no blanket, only old newspapers someone had thrown out. The rich
>>>> girl was suddenly struck with a brilliant idea. She called to the
>>>> other girl and said, "You there, come to my front door, please."
>>>>
>>>> The homeless girl was so startled she could only manage to nod.
>>>>
>>>> As quick as her legs could take her, the young girl ran down the
>>>> hall to her mothers closet, and picked out an old quilt and a beat
>>>> up pillow. She had to walk slower down to the front door as to not
>>>> trip over the quilt which was hanging down, but she made it
>>>> eventually.
>>>>
>>>> Dropping both the articles, she opened the door. Standing there was
>>>> the homeless girl, looking quite scared. The rich girl smiled warmly
>>>> and handed both articles to the other girl. Her smile grew wider as
>>>> she watched the true amazement and happiness alight upon the other
>>>> girl's face. She went to bed incredibly satisfied.
>>>>
>>>> In mid-morning the next day a knock came to the door. The rich girl
>>>> flew to the door hoping that it was the other little girl there. She
>>>> opened the large door and looked outside. It was the other little
>>>> girl. Her face looked happy, and she smiled. "I suppose you want
>>>> these back."
>>>>
>>>> The rich little girl opened her mouth to say that she could keep
>>>> them when another idea popped into her head. "No, I want them back."
>>>>
>>>> The homeless girl's face fell. This was obviously not the answer she
>>>> had hoped for. She reluctantly laid down the beat up things, and
>>>> turned to leave when the rich girl yelled, "Wait! Stay right there."
>>>>
>>>> She turned in time to see the rich girl running up the stairs and
>>>> down a long corridor. Deciding whatever the rich little girl was
>>>> doing wasn't worth waiting for she started to turn around and walk
>>>> away. As her foot hit the first step, she felt someone tap her on
>>>> the shoulder, turning she saw the rich little girl, thrusting a new
>>>> blanket and pillow at her. "Have these." she said quietly.
>>>>
>>>> These were her own personal belonging made of silk and down feathers.
>>>>
>>>> As the two grew older they didn't see each other much, but they were
>>>> never far from each other's minds. One day, the Rich girl, who was
>>>> now a Rich woman got a telephone call from someone. A lawyer, saying
>>>> that she was requested to see him.
>>>>
>>>> When she arrived at the office, he told her what had happened. Forty
>>>> years ago, when she was nine years old, she had helped a little girl
>>>> in need. That grew into a middle-class woman with a husband and two
>>>> children. She had recently died and left something for her in her
>>>> will. "Though," the lawyer said, "it's the most peculiar thing. She
>>>> left you a pillow and a blanket."