Lida was not thinking about herself or her feet , and was making no bid for sympathy . She held her feet out instinctively to keep them from the wet grass around the tombstone . But Faith and Una were instantly swamped with a wave of pity for her . She looked so cold -- so miserable . `` Oh , why are you barefooted on such a cold night ? '' cried Faith . `` Your feet must be almost frozen . '' `` Pretty near , '' said Lida proudly . `` I tell you it was fierce walking up that harbour road . '' `` Why did n't you put on your shoes and stockings ? '' asked Una . `` Hai n't none to put on . All I had was wore out by the time winter was over , '' said Lida indifferently . For a moment Faith stated in horror . This was terrible . Here was a little girl , almost a neighbour , half frozen because she had no shoes or stockings in this cruel spring weather . Impulsive Faith thought of nothing but the dreadfulness of it . In a moment she was pulling off her own shoes and stockings . `` Here , take these and put them right on , '' she said , forcing them into the hands of the astonished Lida . `` Quick now .
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