A Pillow And a Blanket
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 fright-
ened, 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 girls 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 some-
one tap her on the shoulder, turning she saw
the rich little girl, thrusting a new blanket
and pillow at her. "Have these." she said qui-
etly.
These were her 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 hus-
band 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."
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 fright-
ened, 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 girls 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 some-
one tap her on the shoulder, turning she saw
the rich little girl, thrusting a new blanket
and pillow at her. "Have these." she said qui-
etly.
These were her 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 hus-
band 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."
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