School was a mite more interesting than usual. Mr. Stevenson was telling about the Depression out east. B-O-R-I-N-G... I thought. But it wasn't. He said that there are big lines of people, hundreds, out on the streets. He reckons that maybe we should send them some supplies, like a clothing drive or some such things. We have more than they, he says. Yes, I wanted to say, but we don't have much either. Thankfully, Mama is knitting a sweater for the drive, so I can bring something to the poor homeless people. Me and Lora and Angie talked about it all after school. We feel sorry for Willy Peterson. He hasn't got much more than those people on the streets. He wears the same old trousers every day,and his shirt is all patched and worn. Mr. Stevenson said he didn't have to bring anything. It gave him real embarrassment, but he didn't say much about it. Lora thinks we should give him another shirt. I think she fancies him.
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