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It was the old lady's birthday.
She got up early to be ready for the post. From the second floor flat she could see the postman when he came down the street, and the little boy from the ground floor brought up her letters on the rare occasions[很少有机会] when anything came.
Today she was sure there would be something. Myra wouldn't forget her mother's birthday, even if she seldom wrote at other times. Of couse Myra was busy. Her husband had been made Mayor[市长], and Myra herself had got a medal for her work for the aged[老年人].
The old lady was proud of Myra, but Enid was the daughter she loved. Enid had never married, but had seemed content to live with her mother, and teach in a primary school round the corner.
One evening, however, Enid said:"I've arranged for Mrs.Morrison to look after you for a few days, Mother. Tomorrow I have to go into hospital — just a minor operation[手术]. I'll soon be home."
In the morning she went, but never came back — she died on the operating table. Myra came to the funeral[葬礼], and in her efficient[有效的] way arranged for Mrs.Morrison to come in and light the fire and give the old lady her breakfast.
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