She used to sleep on the sidewalk of the Fifth Street Post Office. I could smell her before I came close. She {#blank#}1{#/blank#} (wear) dirty clothes and her mouth was nearly toothless. If she was not asleep, she talked to {#blank#}2{#/blank#} (she). What a poor old lady!

    One Thanksgiving, we had lots of food {#blank#}3{#/blank#} (leave) over. I thought about the old lady. She might be still hungry. So I packed the food up and rode over to the Fifth Street. It was a cold night. There was hardly anyone out. But I knew she would stay at the same place and I would find her {#blank#}4{#/blank#} (easy). There she was, sitting against a tree near the post office. She {#blank#}5{#/blank#} (dress) as she always was. I went to her and said, "I've brought you some food. Would you like some turkey and apple pie?"

    However, the old woman didn't seem to be very {#blank#}6{#/blank#} (excite) about this. She looked at me and said, "Oh, thank you very much, but someone {#blank#}7{#/blank#} (give) me food earlier and I'm quite full now. Why don't you take it to someone else who {#blank#}8{#/blank#} (need) it?"

    Her manners were gracious(亲切的). I was the person who didn't know what {#blank#}9{#/blank#} (say). An old lady whose life was {#blank#}10{#/blank#} (bad) than most of us still thought others. Why don't more of us do that?