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“Why, ma, the children are quite respectable; I know all their mothers.” Buzz’s mamma looked a little mischievous. “Have you been to the show this week, Miss Gordon?” He turned from the fire and stood with his back to the cheerful blaze. At the close of the act, in the far, high distance, the Goddess, Flora, appeared on a hill-crest. This was Edith herself, arrayed in a filmy gown of pale green, garlanded with snow-drops and buttercups. High, far, and faint came her song of the dawn of Spring. But the gnomes and the elves, Storm, Wind, Frost, and Rain, roared and howled; and Flora, affrighted, fled from view. “Moses,” she directed, “git an empty apple-box fer the burnt orfferin’s.”.