It was Christmas 1961. I was teaching in a small town where my twenty-seven third graders eagerly 1 the great day gift-giving in advance.
Each day the children produced some new 2 （玻璃弹子）and competed with one another to bring the 5 ones. — string of popcorn, hand-made trinkets, and German bell. Through it all a girl remained alone, watching from a distance, 3 miles away. I wondered what would happen to this quiet child, once so happy, now suddenly so withdrawn . I hoped the festivities would 4 to her. But nothing did. The students made the fried marbles
