She beg it on the street. Every day
she go out like that, and when she bring back food and money she not say
one word and I not ask her where she get it; I know.
"She keeps us from starving for a few weeks and then, at last, I find
work in your factory. For a time, I am almost happy again, for now
grandmother need beg no more; my pay will keep us in food and fire. Even
mother seems better for a little while, and I think perhaps she will get
well and we will all be happy once again. But mother is soon very, very
sick, and I see her dying day by day and can do nothing to help her.
"Then, that day last week, a party of ladies come to visit the factory.
The wife of the superintendent is with them. She very handsome, very
rich; she beautifully dressed. She stop near my table to take off her
coat, the room is warm and the fur coat heavy. She lay her purse down on
my table while she remove the garment; one of the ladies call to her and
she go away, leaving the purse behind her on my table.
"Mother is very sick that morning; she not sleep all night, but cough,
cough, cough. There is the purse before me. No one is looking; I pick it
up and open it. It is filled with money, the money that may save my
mother's life. That lady will never miss it. I slip the purse inside my
dress and go on with my work. I can hardly keep from screaming with joy
I am so happy to think I have the money which is going to save my
mother's life.
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