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 . You 'll catch your death of cold . 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 .
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