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　　During the dust-blown thirties, everyone fell on hard times. The year 1 10, we drew names at our little school to see whom we'd 2 Christmas gifts with. I picked Helen's name. Helen was a new girl. Her family 3 in a house someone had deserted.

　　Every day Helen wore the 4 brown dress to school, some of the neighbors whispered that Helen's daddy was 5 , and that he drank. Some didn't 6 want their kids to be friends with Helen.

　　One day in December I said to Mom,“Wouldn't it be nice to get Helen a 7 for Christmas?”Mom agreed, 8 I could see from her expression that there was no extra money for material. She had bought the material for me and my sisters and our dresses were almost 9 “There must be a way,”I 10 . Mom hugged me.“I wish there was a way,”she said.

　　The next morning Mom called me into the kitchen.“I have a(an) 11 ,”she said.“You and Helen are the same 12 . If you gave her your new red dress, I could fix you up the wool plaid（格子花呢）one that your cousin Esther sent.”I got a special feeling in my stomach. Give Helen my new dress? 13 I could respond, Mom said quickly,“I'll go ahead and fix the plaid dress and you can give her that, so she will have a 14 dress to wear for Christmas.”

　　“Give the red dress to Helen,”I said.“I want her to have it.” “Are you 15 ?” “I am sure. Absolutely.”When Helen came into the room Mom handed her the new red dress. A look of 16 filled Helen's face. She hugged Mom. Helen took it and 17 it in front of her.“Thank you, thank you, thank--”she said to me.“I'm so 18 .”I was feeling happy, too. Helen moved away shortly after that and I never 19 her again. Me, the plaid dress became one of my 20 .