"I'm sorry Abby," said Mom as she sat next to her daughter's bed. "I think your cold is bad enough to keep you from going to the birthday party today."
"But Mom," said Abby, "My throat is not as sore as it was yesterday."
"I want you to be a whole lot better before you go out anywhere," said Mom. "Until then, you need to stay home."
Abby's throat felt tight and tears came to her eyes. It wasn't fair. She had waited so long for Carol's birthday to come, and now she was going to miss it!
"May I go downstairs?" asked Abby.
"Sure," said Mom. "Maybe you would like to help me pack up some old dresses and things in boxes to go to charity. I don't have room for them anymore. Perhaps we will find something you would like to have."
"What about Carol's gift?" Abby asked, suddenly remembering it.
"Don't worry, dear," said Mom. "I sent it over a little while ago with your brother. They know why you could not make it to the party."
Except for her sniffles, Abby did not feel sick, so she was glad to help her mother. Maybe it would help pass the time more quickly. Mom had laid out several dresses across the end of the bed. They were all to be packed away in the boxes. When they had tucked away the last one, Mom went to the closet and took down two smaller cardboard boxes from the top shelf.Paragraphs 10 to 18:
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