Little George lived in a poor village. One summer day，George's mother sent him to the field to pick up some dried 1 for the fire.
It was not easy for him to find it. By the time the sun was high，he felt very hot and wished for a 2 place to rest and have some food. As he walked along，he found some shade，and there were some fine and wild strawberries.
"How 3 these will be with my bread and butter!" thought George. He picked up all of the strawberries. As he was 4 the first strawberry to his mouth he remembered his sick mother，who was alone in her dark cold room in the village.
With this in mind，he put the strawberry back again. "Shall I 5 them for my mum？"he asked himself.
He thought these strawberries would raise her spirits. However，he was still 6 them with a longing eye.
"I will eat half，and take the other half to her. " he said. He 7 them into two parts，but each part looked so small. He put them together again.
"I will only eat one. "he thought.
However，as he again lifted it to his mouth，he found that he had taken the finest，and he put it back.
When the sun was beginning to sink，George set out for home happily with all his strawberries for his sick mother.
He heard his mother's weak 8 calling him "Is that you George？I am glad you have come back. I am thirsty and longing for some tea. "
George ran to her and 9 offered his wild strawberries. You saved them for me，didn't you？she said，laying her hand fondly on his head with tears in her eyes.
Could eating the strawberries give George half the 10 he felt at this moment？
