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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 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

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

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."