Harold turned and looked to where May Nell stood with the twins, sorting her flowers. “Isn’t she a daisy, though? Little—why, she’s only a baby.”,
Wait till the clouds roll by,,
“There Nancy,” she whispered, “is a sunbeam for breakfast dipped in milk.”.
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