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I noticed a small boy, ragged but clean, hungrily looking at a basket of freshly picked green peas when I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes．
I paid for my potatoes and went to see the fresh green peas．I couldn't help overhearing the 1 between Mr．Miller, the store owner, and the 2 looking boy．
“Hello, Barry, how are you today?”
“Fine, thank you, Mr．Miller．I'm just 3 the peas．They look good．”
“Anything I can help you with?”
“No, Sir．I'm just admiring these peas．”
“Would you like to take some home?”
“No, sir．I've got 4 to pay for them with．”
“Well, what have you to 5 me for some of those peas?”
“All I get is my marble(彈子)here．”
“I 6 see that．Hmm, the only thing is that this one is blue and I like red．Do you have a red one at home?”
“Not 7 but almost．” Take this sack of peas home with you and let me look at that red marble 8 you come back．”
Mrs．Miller who had been standing nearby, came over to help me and told me, “There are 9 other boys like Barry in our community, and all three are very 10 ．My husband just loves to trade them for peas ,apples, tomatoes, or 11 ．When they come back with their 12 marbles, he decides he doesn't like red 13 and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one．”
Several years later, Mr．Miller died．At the 14 I saw three young men with very professional looking．Each young man placed his own 15 hand over the cold pale hand in the coffin(棺材), 16 their eyes．
“Those three young men were the boys．They just told me how they 17 the things Jim 'traded' them．Now, at last, they came to pay their 18 , ”said Mrs．Miller．
With loving 19 , Mrs．Miller lifted the lifeless fingers of her husband．Resting underneath were three shining red 20 ．
