The Stories of A StoryGirl
• Nov. 14, 2008 - Hello and Welcome To The NEW Story Blog!
• Aug. 14, 2008 - The Gardener - A Poem
Here is a poem I got out of the A Child's Garden of Verses. The book is compiled of poetry and is authored by Robert Louis Stevenson. It's about gardening! I thought you would all enjoy it; I did!
The Gardener
The gardener does not love to talk,
He makes me to keep the gravel walk;
And when he puts his tools away,
He locks the door and takes the key.
Away behins the currant row
Where no one else but cook may go,
Far in the plots, I see him dig,
Old and serious, brown and big.
He digs the flowers, green, red, and blue,
Nor wishes to be spoken to.
He digs the flowers and cuts the hay,
And never seems to want to play.
Silly gardener! summer goes,
And winter comes with pinching toes,
When in the garden bare and brown
You must lay your barrow down.
Well now, and while the summer stays,
To profit by these garden days,
O how much wiser you would be
To play at Indians wars with me!
Thank you for stopping by!
Your Authoress,
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• Aug. 14, 2008 - A Wonderful Birthday For Anna - Story By Narniagirl
Here is another story by Kylie. It's about a little girl Check it out!
A Wonderful Birthday For Anna
A short story by Kylie Walden.
All rights reserved. No copying without permission.
Thirteen-year-old Anna Winston made her way towards the fire. “Oh, it’s
cold!” she said. Anna pulled her shawl tighter around her shoulders. 18-year-
old Jeremiah looked up from his whittling. “Yes, ‘tis very cold.” Fifteen-year-old
Rachael sat, knitting by the fire. “Tomorrow’s my birthday,” Anna sighed. “I’ll be fourteen.” Jeremiah looked up with a twinkle in his eyes. “Don’t give up,” he said.
Anna sent a wary look in his direction. Quickly Jeremiah looked down. Mr. and Mrs.
Winston were out in town, with Jeremiah looking after them. “What are you knitting,
Rachael?” Anna asked. “Oh, nothing,” Rachael replied, but Anna thought she saw the
twinkle again. “Anna,” Jeremiah said, “’tis nine o’ clock. Shouldn’t you be in bed?”
“Yes, Jerry. I’ll go.” Although Anna did not want to, she got up from her perch on the
ottoman and went up the ladder. Putting on her nightshift and grabbing the bed-warmer from Mrs. and Mr. Winston’ s fireplace, Anna crawled into the little bed she and Rachael shared. In less than a minute, Anna was asleep.
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Anna awoke to a cold bed and icicles from the ceiling. Climbing out of bed, Anna
slipped off her nightshift and put on her blue calico. Anna buttoned her dress and put on
her black stockings. She pulled on her black boots and buttoned the twenty-two buttons
with the buttonhook. Anna reached for her bed-warmer, but it was gone. Rachael
must’ve taken it, she thought. Anna hurried down the ladder. Rachael was making butter-milk pancakes. Two-year-olds Joshua and Elizabeth were in the wooden highchairs Mr.
Winston and Jeremiah had made for them. Anna’s hopes sank when she saw Mr. and Mrs. Winston were not home yet. Rachael read her thoughts and said, “yes, Ma and Pa aren’t home yet, but look,” Rachael jabbed her finger at Anna’s plate. There, on the plat-ter, was a medium box and a little box. “May I open it?” she asked. “Certainly,” Jeremiah
said, coming into the kitchen.
“Wait for us!” the six-year-old twins, Tim and Tara, said, coming in. Tim and Tara had big grins on their faces. “Go ahead,” Rachael nodded at her.
Anna opened the medium box first. Inside was a lavender colored sweater, a green dress and a crisp white pinafore. Anna recognized Rachael’s tiny, perfect stitches. Anna saw Rachael wink at her. “Open the little one,” Jeremiah said. Anna opened the little box. Inside was a wooden puppy holding an upper case A.
“We have something for you, too!” Tim and Tara said. Tim handed Anna an embroidered handkerchief. Pinned to it was a flower pin, the same color as the sweater. “Thanks, Tim, Tara,” Anna said.
“Why don’t you go get your new things on?” Jeremiah suggested. Anna hurried upstairs. She took off her blue calico and put on the green dress, pinafore and lavender sweater. Anna pinned the flower to her sweater.
When she came downstairs, the front door was open, and Mr. Winston was moving things from town inside. Mr. Winston paused to hug his daughter. “Have you grown?” he asked, his eyes laughing. Anna laughed along. “Anna,” Mrs. Winston said, “Pa and I brought something for you.” Producing a small velvet box, Mrs. Winston gave it to Anna. She opened it, and out came a beautiful sterling silver locket.
“Thank you Ma, thanks, Pa,” Anna said, hugging the locket to her chest. “Thank you.”
THE END
Thank you for stopping by!
Your Authoress,
Rachel
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• Aug. 5, 2008 - "Just Henry?" - A Story By Renee aka CrochetCrazy
"Just Henry?"
A story by Renee aka CrochetCrazy.
“Henry, please come here!” Momma called.
“Yes, Momma?” Henry answered, wondering if he was in trouble.
“Henry, what did I tell you about bringing snakes into the house?” his mother said in an irritated tone.
“Don’t bring any snaked in the house, especially the ones with rattles.” replied Henry in a downcast tone.
“Well… This looks like a snake to me, and it sounds like it’s rattling!”
“But Momma-!”
“No ‘buts’! To your room immediately, young man.”
“Yes, ma’am.” As Henry stomped up the stairs he began to think of what he’d done. He wondered if he should feel sorry for the snake, or sorry for brining it in the house. He opted to feel sorry for bringing it in the house, in fear of further frustrating his momma. "She may be my momma, but she can’t keep me from helping out the things God’s created," Henry thought, while he was holding back his tears. Once he got to his room, though, he couldn’t hold them back any longer. He broke down.
"They make it so clear—they don’t love me, they think I’m just a nuisance… I’m not going to stay here if they don’t want me. That’s it! I’m gonna’ run away! That’s a great idea! Then I can open up a veterinary clinic and help all the animals," he thought. That’s exactly what he did. He ran away from home. Lots of children have ideas to do such a thing, but most of them don’t ever do it.
But Henry did. His parents wept when they read the note he left behind… it read the following - "Momma and Pa, I have decided to run away, and I don’t believe I’ll be coming back anytime soon. You can chase after me if you want, but you won’t find me. I’ve run far, far away. I left at midnight, when y’all were asleep. I believe that y’all are glad I’m gone. Y’all didn’t want me or my slimy, slithery friends… especially the ones that have a musical instrument built-into their tails. Bye-bye… forever, --Henry ".
They immediately sent out a search party, but had no luck for a week. What Henry was doing for that week is rather surprising! "Alright, I’m gonna’ need an axe, a hammer, some nails and screws, and a screwdriver…" he said to himself. He went down to the local hardware store’s dumpster and found an axe, a hammer, some nails and screws, and a screwdriver that the store had discarded. Now all he needed was some help…
But who was gonna’ help a kid who had run away from his family? Then one day, he found someone. It was a gentleman, who was sitting on the side of the road. Henry walked up to the man and started a friendly conversation, like you would have with one of your old pals.
“Hello, old sir!” Henry said with a smile.
“Well hello, young sir!” The gentleman said as he laughed.
“How are you today?” said Henry to the gentleman.
“I’m doing just fine.” he said in reply. “Might I interest you in some employment?”
“How much does it pay?” “Hmm… That all depends on how long it takes…”
“Why, whatever do you mean?” the man said curiously.
“I’m going to open a veterinary clinic, and I need somebody to help me build the building. Would you be willing to help?” Henry asked.
“Well, sure! I got nothin’ better to do!” cried the old man.
“Great! Follow me!” So the Henry and the gentleman set off to the site that Henry had been clearing.
“Here she is!” Henry said, beaming.
“Son, you don’t have a foundation laid or nothin’!” the old man cried in a tone of dispair.
“A… foundation?” Henry asked , shakily.
“Yes, son," replied the old man. "If you don’t got a proper foundation, your building’s gonna’ shake and rattle whenever a heavy wind comes ‘round!”
“Oh… Well, we can chop down some trees real quick, come on!” said Henry as he scurried to get the axe.
“No, son, you gotta’ use concrete. By the way, where’d you get such a nice axe, anyway?”
“I found it in an alley behind the local hardware store.”
“You do know that’s considered stealin’, right son?” asked the old man.
“No, it was in the alley, by the trash can," Henry said. "So I figured they didn’t want it anymore! That’s where I found the hammer and the nails and screws! Did I steal those, too?”
“Look, boy," said the old man, in a softer tone, "I don’t know where you come from and I don’t know your name, but you’re a thief. Where are your parents?”
“Back home,” Henry replied, looking at the ground as he spoke.
“What do you mean, ‘back home’?” asked the old man. Henry explained the whole story to the gentleman and here’s what their verdict was… “First off, you need to go return those things to where you found them. Second, you need to go back home. I bet your parents are worried sick about you!”
“No, sir, they’re not. They don’t like me,” Henry said.
“Oh, son, what makes you say that?” cried the gentleman.
“They don’t let me take my snakes in the house,' Henry replied, trying not to sound like he was going to cry.
“Son, that’s just for your safety!" the old gentleman said in soft tone, as he took Henry into his arms. "They want what’s best for you. All they want is for you to have fun—and stay safe at the same time.”
“Alright, sir," Henry said, wiping his eyes. "I’ll go home and ask ‘em if they missed me.”
“Good for you," the old gentleman said. "By the way," he added as Henry walked down the street, "what’s your name?”
“Henry,” Henry replied.
“Just Henry?” the old gentleman said, eying him curiously.
“No, but that’s what I like to be called," Henry said. "Just Henry.”
After leaving the old gentleman, Henry returned the stuff to the hardware store. The he went home. It turned out that his parents did miss him, and that they only wanted what was best for him.
"Guess that old man was right…" Henry told himself as he lay in bed that night. "I wonder what his name is…?" and he drifted off to sleep with the question still ringing in his
Thank you, Renee. This was a great story. Now, I have decided to do a little thing on here for each week. If anyone has a picture they think is neat or a picture of something they saw, please send it to Renee, and she will make a story out of it. If you have an incident that happened in your life, tell me what it is! I will write a story based on that. Does that sound ok? Please... send 'em in! You can go to Renee's blog and leave her a comment telling her you have a picture you want her to make a story out of. Ask her how she wants you to contact her in a comment. :) (her blog is linked above.)
Your Authoress,
Rachel
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• Aug. 5, 2008 - Night and Day - A Poem
I thought would all like to read some poetry. Hope you enjoy it!
Night and Day
Taken from A Child's Garden Of Verses
When the golden day is done,
Through the closing portal,
Child and garden, flower and sun,
Vanish all things mortal.
As the blinding shadows fall,
As the rays diminish,
Under evening's cloak, they all
Roll away and vanish.
Garden darkened, daisy shut,
Child in bed, they slumber --
Glow-worm in the highway rut,
Mice among the lumber.
In the darkness houses shine,
Parents move with candles;
Till on all the night divine
Turns the bedroom handles.
Till at last the day begins
In the East a-breaking,
In the hedges and whins
Sleeping birds awaking.
In the darkness shapes of things,
Houses, trees, and hedges,
Clearer grow; and sparrows' wings
Beat on window ledges.
These shall wake the yawning maid;
She the door shall open--
Finding dew on the garden glade
And morning broken.
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• Jul. 30, 2008 - Ok...
Well, Jennifer no longer wishes to be a part of the Storygirls.. So I am by myself in this.
Poetess - give me your story and I will see if I can use it. :) You can leave it in a comment, and I will check it out. :)
Anyone else have one?
By my lonesome,
Your Authoress,
Rachel
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• Jul. 29, 2008 - Sammy Finds a Home - Story by Narnigirl
Here is a story written by my dear friend, Kylie. Enjoy. I thought it was pretty cute!
Written from the perspective of a tabby kitten.
“Meow.”
As that pitiful sound escaped my mouth, I saw a slim girl with blonde hair in a ragged T-shirt and cut-off jeans looking to be 11 stare at me. I didn’t want to draw attention, but I was just so hungry. I hadn’t had anything real to eat for three days, except for a small nibble of stale food from a garbage can yesterday morning.
I cowered and was ready to run as the girl walked over to me, a compassionate look on her face. I didn’t want to trust her, I’d been betrayed many times, but something about her was different from the others. I decided to relax a little.
“Here, kitty, kitty,” the girl said, holding her arms out to me. I thought she must be crazy if she thought a cat treated as bad as I have would come to her just like that. But I surprised myself. Before I knew it, I was in her arms. Oh, it felt SO good to be held again.
Just then, I saw Buster, a large dog who was a member of “Jaws”, a gang that had a habit of hurting other street animals for no reason at all. He was looking at me, with a menacing glint in his eyes.
I knew it was my cue to go, and I jumped out of the girl’s arms. She jumped back in surprise, avoiding my razor sharp claws, and started waving her arms and yelling, “Come back, kitty, come back!” It tore my heart apart, for I felt I had finally found a friend, but I couldn’t stay in the gaze of Buster. After I was safely behind a garbage can, I looked back and saw the girl kneeling on the sidewalk, and it looked like she was crying.
I considered going back, but I decided it was too much of a risk with Buster still glaring from his hideout. Torn, I scampered away before I decided to go back.
10 years later
I had changed a lot over the years. I was now known as “Grandpa” among my other cat friends. I had also gotten in a few tiffs with Buster and his gang, and had a nasty scar over my right eye where one of his dogs had ripped off some skin. I was so skinny that you could see my ribs.
I was roaming the streets one day when I saw a red car parked on the side of the road. Since cars are so plentiful, I shouldn’t have bothered, and I don’t know what I did. But something about the car intrigued me, and I sat down to watch.
As I thought, the driver’s side door opened, and a slim woman with blonde hair stepped out. I couldn’t believe my eyes. She looked like the girl that had held me so long ago!
I meowed softly, and the woman looked up, surprised. She muttered something, but then looked down and took out a cell phone and started dialing.
I decided I had to take more action. Sauntering casually over to her, I pawed at her leg, being careful to retract my claws. The woman looked down, and dropping her cell phone immediately picked me up, gasping and talking to herself.
“Could it be?” she asked. “Are you the cat that I met in the alley?” I meowed, and the lady hugged me so hard I had trouble breathing.
“I prayed all these years that you’d come back,” she said, with tears in her eyes. “Now God has brought you back to me.” She hugged me again.
“I’m taking you straight home,” she said.
The woman, whose name was Karen, took me home to meet her husband, Bill, and baby boy named Willie. She decided to call me Sammy, which is just the way I like it.
After ten years, I had finally found a home.
©Narniagirl2008
Go to Kylie's blog, and tell her how much you liked it!
Your Authoress,
Rachel
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• Jul. 29, 2008 - Got an Award!
I got this award a while back but never posted about it. Sorry. It is from littlesmurf. Thank you littlesmurf!
I am not giving it out to anyone. I am just posting about it on here. :)
Thank you again!
Your Authoress,
Rachel
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• Jul. 1, 2008 - Sorry
I have not been posting on here. Would anyone happen to have a story I could put on? I have not been able to write one. :)
Your writer,
Rachel
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• Feb. 27, 2008 - A List of Books For You All To Check Out!
Ok, I know I haven't been posting on here. I wanted to say I am sorry! I thought about giving you all a list of books I have enjoyed. I hope you find pleasure in them as well!
Pearl Maiden by H. Rider Haggard
The Courtship of Sarah McLean by Stephen B. Castleberry
Jeff McLean: His Courtship by Stephen B. Castleberry
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory by Roald Dahl
A Little Princess by Frances H. Burnett
Letters from Rifka by Karen Hesse
King Author’s Knights by Henry Gilbert
Little House on the Prarie Series by Laura Ingles Wilder
Verses of Virtue by Elizabeth B. Phillips
Galen and the Gateway to Medicine by Jeanne Bendick
Archimedes and the Door of Science by Jeanne Bendick
Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
The Rise and Fall of Adolf Hitler by William L. Shirer
When will this cruel war be over? The Civil War diary of Emma Simpson by Emma Simpson
The Bronze Bow by Elizabeth George Spear
Love Comes Softly Series by Janette Oak
Number The Stars by Lois Lowry
Little Faith by Mrs. O.F. Walton
Beautiful Girlhood by Mabel Hale
Your Writer, or Lister at this time,
Rachel
To answer the comments:
Poetess-
Thank you for all your comments. Sorry I have not posted on here more.
Sharla88-
Your story was great! Thank you for giving it to us!!!
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• Jan. 2, 2008 - Does God Care? - A Story By doglvr
This is a short story that Sharla gave the idea for. Here you go!!
Walking home, Brian was crying. "I've never cried before this much before. I need to stop. Huh. I can't though," he thought. Brian's best friend had told him that he was a weirdo, then everyone else in the group joined in and laughed. He ran out as he heard them still mocking him. "Go read your bible" they mocked, and "go pray to your God" they yelled after him.
He stormed through the house and ran up stairs before his mom could say anything. He knew that she would make some big deal about it , even though he was making a big deal out of it. He ran in to his room and stepped and stomped on his Bible. He threw it against the wall.
"God doesn't even hear my crying!" he shouted. "Like this would really work in my life," he said as he picked up his Bible and slammed it on the floor.
He laid in his bed wondering to himself, "Was this what God meant when he told us to love Him no matter what?"
He walked down stairs. He saw his mom was sitting at the kitchen table reading her bible. He decided to go back up stairs and read his Bible. He walked back down stairs after reading a couple of chapters. Then he went to the kitchen and told his mom everything.
"Well," she said, "have you talked to God about it?"
"I did mom," Brian said. "I did."
Have you talked to God today? Have you read your Bible? Even when things seems like the whole world is against you, just remember that God will never, ever, ever be against you. You can read His Word and see that.
Thank you Sharla for that story! And thank you, Jennifer for writing it. :)
Your Authoress,
Rachel
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• Dec. 27, 2007 - Helen Keller Report By doglvr
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This is a book report from Jennifer aka doglvr. Hope you enjoy it. :)
This is something that I just have. I think that I really like it, so here it is!!
Helen Keller sat on the porch, staring into the sun. Where would she be in ten years? Nobody knew. It was Helen's sixth birthday, but how would she know? This little girl was born on June 27, 1880. She was born in Tuscumbia, Alabama. Helen had curly golden pretty hair, unlike her angry face. This poor girl was blind and deaf. Helen was not born blind or deaf though.
Helen lived with her mother, father, step brother, and Helen's baby sister. Helen's father's name was Captain Keller Because he had been a Captain in the Civil War, and now owned a newspaper stand. Helen's mother's name was Kate. Mrs. Keller just stayed home with the baby and family.
Helen wanted to do a lot of things, but she couldn't because she couldn't see or hear anything. Helen wanted to run, but she would run into things. Helen also wanted to play with the kids, but they were to scared. Helen would just brake their toys. Helen couldn't speak or understand others, but she could do signs like go, come, drink, food, and mother. Helen could also get through the house on her own. Helen could feel the vibration when some one came. Helen couldn't really dress herself either, her mom had to help her dress. The Keller family needed help.
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Helen's mother and brother were going somewhere, but where? They came home with a Annie Sullivan. When Annie came, Helen could feel the vibration. Helen reached over to her face to feel it. Later that day, they started their first lesson. Helen's first word was 'doll'. Annie just didn't know how to tell Helen what it meant. What ever they did together, Annie spelled.
One day, everyone was eating, and Helen just got up and walked around, taking food off of everyone's plates in the family. Of course, the Keller family was a custom to this. When Helen came to Annie's plate, Annie refused to let Helen take her food. That day, Annie taught Helen how to eat properly.
One day, as they were all eating again, Helen was again, not eating properly. Annie made here sit in the chair. Well, Helen was mad, so Helen slashed the water pitcher on Annie. Annie made Helen go refill the pitcher. Annie spelled 'water' in Helens hand.That is when Helen learned what words meant.
Over the next decade, Helen learned how to speak, and read peoples' lips.
10 years later, Helen was at collage. She was with Annie most of her life. A good 50 years of her life. Annie Sullivan died 32 years before Helen Keller. Helen became famous. Over Helen's life, she was in a few movies, went to Japan, and made lots of friends. :)
Your Authoress,
Rachel
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• Dec. 18, 2007 - *Cinnamon Buns* -- A short story by Rachel
This is a story for a contest here on homeschoolblogger. I thought it would make a nice story for you all to read for the time being. The story is 1500 words, so it's a little long.
Cinnamon Buns
A short story by Rachel J. Dixon
“Get those ones, Lucy!” said Emma. Lucy and Emily Smith were at the town’s general store buying pencils for Lucy.
Lucy loved to draw. Her drawing pencils were running low. She needed more and she had asked their mother if she could get some on the way back from their grandmother’s house. They had been there for lunch and tea that afternoon while their Mother was having ladies over for tea. They were on their way home when Lucy remembered the pencils. She knew she must get them now or wait until Mother went to town Saturday to get her fur coat she had ordered, and Lucy didn’t want to wait that long. So she had to get them now.
“Can’t you be quiet, please?” said Lucy. Lucy didn’t like to be rushed when she was choosing her drawing tools. She had to get what she wanted to get.
“I can, Lucy. I want to help you. Why can’t I?”
“Because I want to get the ones I want, not the ones you want. That’s why,” said Lucy, looking at another box.
“Fine. If you don’t want my help, I’ll go look at the dolls.” Emma walked away from Lucy and went to the window in front of the store.
“Mm…which ones should I get?” said Lucy quietly to herself as she took a box down from the shelf. “I think these will do. They last the longest and don’t cost as much.” Lucy put one of the boxes of pencils she had in her hand back. Then went over to Emma.
“Are you ready, Emma? I’ve got my pencils.” Lucy said, showing Emma the pencils.
“Yes, I’m ready. Lucy, will you get this doll for me? Isn’t she beautiful?” said Emma looking at the doll on the stand. It was one of the prettiest dolls Lucy had seen; Emma didn’t know that. All Emma knew was that she did like dolls.
“I don’t know if Mother would want me to get you a doll. She said she wanted to get you one. Remember?” said Lucy.
“But Mother said if I found a doll that she wasn’t here to get, then you could get it for me. Oh, please?” Emma pleaded.
“How much is it?” Emma looked at the price tag and smiled.
“It’s only three dollars,” she said.
“Alright. But I don’t know if I have enough money to get it for you. I only have five dollars.” Lucy said.
Lucy made her way to the line. There were three people in front of her. Lucy waited patiently until the last person was done paying, then stepped up to pay.
Meanwhile, Emma was thinking of all the names she could name her new doll and what she could do with her. Lucy nudged her forward, interrupting her thoughts. Lucy put the doll and pencils on the counter. The cashier looked at the price tags on them and said, “That’d be four dollars and eighty cents.”
Emma’s face lit up! She was overjoyed! She had never had a doll of her own before. She could hardly contain herself from giggling and jumping up and down. The cashier put the items in a paper sack.
“Here you go, Miss,” he said, handing the sack to Lucy. “You have a good evening now.” He smiled and they smiled back at him.
“Have a good evening too, sir,” Lucy said as she took the sack from him and headed for the door.
Lucy hadn’t known it was raining. When they had gone into the store it was just sprinkling. It was raining now, not hard but still raining steadily. They stood outside the door while Lucy was deciding what to do. She didn’t have her umbrella; she had left it at home. Lucy decided they would walk in the rain. Their house was not very far from the store and if they hurried, they could get there within ten minutes. Lucy started walking at a brisk pace, which Emma followed.
“Burr! It’s cold!” Emma said. “I wish you had brought your umbrella, Lucy. Then we wouldn’t have to walk in the rain so much.”
“I didn’t. So come on. Perhaps Mother will let us take a warm bath before supper, so we won’t be wet when we come to the table. Let’s hurry!” They went out into the streets. There were not many automobiles since it was a rainy day and it helped them to get home quicker.
“Oh! It’s so cold. Lucy, when will we be home?”
“Not for at least five minutes! Stop complaining! You think I’m not cold?”
“Of course I think you’re cold! I can see your teeth chattering!”
“Well,” Lucy said, feeling her face getting hotter, “let’s just hurry. Mother will be worried if we aren’t home in time to get washed for supper.”
They were walking down the sidewalk when Emma stopped. She had seen it a lot of times: a boy and a girl sitting on the edge of an alley. But she had never had the chance to help them. The girl didn’t have anything on except an old torn rag dress; the boy didn’t either, a pair of trousers and a shirt. They were both covered up with an old weatherworn blanket that had holes all over it. The boy looked up at the girls and down again.
Emma stood there until Lucy said, “Come on, Emma. We’ll be late for supper.” At the mention of food, both of them looked at the girls with big gray eyes. Lucy wanted to go home and get out of the sight of those eyes but Emma wanted to help them.
“Emily Smith! We have to go! We’re already late! Come on!” Lucy said in a louder voice. She was getting colder and more impatient with Emma.
“Come over here, Lucy.” Emma said. They went over by the bakery window and Emma asked, “How much money do you have left?”
“Twenty cents. Why?” Emma looked at the window to the bakery.
“I want to get those two a cinnamon bun from the bakery.”
“Alright. If you want to, we can get them one.” They both went into the bakery and asked the lady for four cinnamon buns. She gave the girls six buns instead of four. The girls said they were thankful for her kindness and went out to the two children.
“You have this, Emma,” said Lucy, handing Emma the ten cents. “You should keep it in case you have any more crazy ideas again.” Emma took the bag of buns to the two children. Emma took out a bun and handed it to Lucy, she gave the bag with the rest to the girl.
The girl took the bag. Both of them looked up at Emma with a smile. Then the girl reached in the bag and gave a bun to the boy. Then took one out for herself and took a bite of it. She smiled at Emma and Emma found herself smiling back.
Then the girls turned and walked down the sidewalk. Lucy asked, “Why did you give them all five of the buns? Where’s yours?” Emma looked up at Lucy’s face and said “Mine? I thought I would give it to them.” Emma looked away from Lucy’s face to the sidewalk. “I figured they would want it. And I figured you would want one too.”
Lucy tore and handed half of the bun to Emma, which Emma took and said, “Thank you.” Lucy smiled. Emma ate the bun little by little until it was gone.
“What about the ten cents I gave you?” Lucy asked. “Are you going to put it in the bank Father gave you on your birthday?”
“No,” Emma said slowly, “I don’t have it. I put it in the bag with the buns. They probably need it more than I do. I hope it helps them.” Emma wrapped her arm around Lucy’s with and she tightly held her new doll with the other. Lucy was confused and had to sort out her thoughts before she spoke again.
“I don’t understand you or myself. How can you be so generous and I so selfish?” said Lucy.
“I don’t think your selfish, Lucy. In fact, I think you’re one of the nicest, sweetest, and most generous people I know!” Emma said with a big smile.
Together they walked home. When they got home, their Mother wanted to know what had taken them so long. Then Emma told her about the two children and the doll Lucy had gotten her. Their Mother was very proud of both of them.
“You certainly are your Father’s children!” she exclaimed. They ate their supper. While Emma was lying in her bed that night, she could still see the big smile and the gray eyes of the little girl. Emma would never forget those two children; and in the time to come, she would give them lots more of those delicious cinnamon buns.
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Rachel
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