Gift from heaven

A postman delivered a brown envelope with unfamiliar handwriting and no sender's name and address. I opened it and nearly died to find a cheque for coal fund from the town's relief committee. It reminded me that we were still classed as one of hard-up families in this country. (We are not starving!!) From a little note with the cheque, it seems that somebody from the church told the committee about us. I must try the hardest to get out of this "poor wee thing" status. Then, one day I'd like to return all the kindness to the community somehow.