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Little Sandy

Dean Stanley (English)

The story takes place in Edinburgh.

One day, it was very cold, and a colleague and I were standing in front of the hotel talking.

A little boy came over. He was only wearing a thin and torn single coat. His thin face was blue from the cold, and his bare feet were red from the cold. He said to us: "Sir, please buy a box of matches!"

"No, we don't need it." My colleague said.

"A box of matches only costs one penny!" the poor child begged.

"But we don't need matches." I said to him.

The little boy thought for a while and said, "I can sell you two boxes for one penny."

In order to stop him from pestering me, I agreed to buy one box. But when I was taking out the money, I found that I didn't have any change with me, so I said to him: "I'll buy it tomorrow."

"Please buy it now! Sir, I'm very hungry!" The boy begged, "I'll give you some change."

I gave him a shilling, and he turned around and ran away. I waited for a long time but didn't see him come back. I thought he might have been deceived, but Looking at the child's face and his trusting expression, I concluded that he was not that kind of person.

In the evening, the hotel waiter said that there was a little boy who wanted to see me. The little boy was brought in. I found that he was not the match seller, but I could tell he was the boy's brother. The little boy searched in the tattered clothes for a while, and then asked: "Sir, are you the gentleman who bought the matches from Sandy?"

"Yes."

"Here are four pennies from your shilling," said the little boy. "Sandy is injured and cannot come. A carriage knocked him down and ran over him. His hat is missing. It's gone, the matches are gone, and the seven pennies are gone. Maybe he will die..." I asked the little boy to eat something and followed him. Look at Sandy. Only then did I realize that they were orphans and their parents had died long ago. Poor Sandy was lying on a broken bed. As soon as she saw me, she said to me sadly: "I changed the change and ran back. I was knocked down by the carriage and broke both legs. I'm going to die. Poor Little Libby! What will you do if I die?"

I held Sandy's hand and said to him: "I will always take care of you. "Compared."

After hearing this, Sandy looked at me intently, as if to express her gratitude. Suddenly, the light in his eyes disappeared. He is dead.

To this day, who can read this story and not be moved? The beautiful qualities of little Sandy, who suffered from hunger and cold, will always touch people's hearts.