The little girl, Diane , never at a loss for words, who
never met a stranger, was warm and generous. It was late fall and the weather had turned
cold and damp quickly as it could in our Cumberland Mountains.
Mommie sent us off to school, all properly dressed. Diane wore
her new pink sweater and her hand-me-down coat.
Recess time came. The teacher of Diane's class charged each pupil to put on a
coat before going out to play. Diane’s seat mate had no coat. With the
generosity she was born with and kept her whole life Diane removed her new
sweater and gave it to her friend.
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