Thanksgiving Day was near． The（1）

first

first

（one） grade teacher gave her class some fun homework - to draw a picture of something for which they were（2）

thankful

thankful

（thank）．
    Most of the class drew a turkey or other （3）

traditional

traditional

（tradition） things used for celebration． But Douglas drew a different kind of picture． He drew a hand． Just an empty hand．
    Douglas was a different boy． He was poor and（4）

unhappy

unhappy

（happy）． As other children played， Douglas was likely to stand close by the（5）

teacher's

teacher's

（teacher） side．
    His classmates were（6）

surprised

surprised

（surprise） at his picture． Some children guessed it was the hand of a farmer， because farmers raise turkeys． （7）

Others

Others

（Other） guessed it was the hand of God， for God（8）

feeds

feeds

（feed） us．
    The teacher asked him which hand it was． The little boy said in a low voice， "It's（9）

yours

yours

（your）．"
    She recalled （回憶） the times she had （10）

taken

taken

（take） his hands and walked with him here and there． How often had she said， "Take my hand， Douglas， we'll go outside．" Or， "Let me show you how（11）

to hold

to hold

（hold） your pencil．" Or， "Let's do this together．" Douglas was most thankful for his teacher's hand．
    Tears came into the teacher's （12）

eyes

eyes

（eye）．