I 've got others . Put them right on . '' Lida , recovering her wits , snatched at the offered gift , with a sparkle in her dull eyes . Sure she would put them on , and that mighty quick , before any one appeared with authority to recall them . In a minute she had pulled the stockings over her scrawny little legs and slipped Faith 's shoes over her thick little ankles . `` I 'm obliged to you , '' she said , `` but wo n't your folks be cross ? '' `` No -- and I do n't care if they are , '' said Faith . `` Do you think I could see any one freezing to death without helping them if I could ? It would n't be right , especially when my father 's a minister . '' `` Will you want them back ? It 's awful cold down at the harbour mouth -- long after it 's warm up here , '' said Lida slyly . `` No , you 're to keep them , of course . That is what I meant when I gave them . I have another pair of shoes and plenty of stockings . '' Lida had meant to stay awhile and talk to the girls about many things . But now she thought she had better get away before somebody came and made her yield up her booty . So she shuffled off through the bitter twilight , in the noiseless , shadowy way she had slipped in . As soon as she was out of sight of the manse she sat down , took off the shoes and stockings , and put them in her herring basket . She had no intention of keeping them on down that dirty harbour road . They were to be kept good for gala occasions .
Not another little girl down XXXXX the harbour mouth had such fine black cashmere stockings and such smart , almost new shoes .
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