It was Sunday afternoon. I decided to clean up the room nicely son that my parents would feel 1 when they returned from a long ride! Then, I sat in the room, having nothing to do. What else could I do? Then, with no reason, I suddenly 2 the pale face of that little beggar( 乞丐 ) girl. I could see the glad light 3 her eyes when I put the dime in her little dirty hand. How much I loved that dime, too! Grandpa gave it to me a whole month ago, and I had kept it ever since in my red box upstairs, but those sugar apples looked so attractive, and were so 4 — only a dime a piece — that I wanted to have one. I could imagine the little girl stood there in front of the 5 in her old dirty dress, looking at the 6 that were put all in a row in the window. I wonder what I should say, “ Little girl, what do you want? ” I gently asked. She felt 7 and looked straight at me, just as if (似乎) nobody had spoken so kindly to her before. She realized what I had meant, so she said seriously and sadly. “ I was thinking how good one of those delicious hamburgers would 8 . I haven ’ t had anything to eat today. ” Now I thought to myself, “ Mary Williams, you have had a good breakfast and a good lunch today, 9 this poor girl has not had a mouthful yet. You can give her your dime. She needs it a great deal more than you do. ” I could not run away from that little girl ’ s sad, hungry look — so I dropped the dime right into her hand. How 10 the girl was! I am so glad I gave her the dime, though I had to go without the apple lying there in the window.