“No, no, dear. Keep them, an’ I’ll put them in warter when we go to the house,” begged Betty. “The fairies are orful cross when they see dead flowers lyin’ round. Mebbe they might be too angry to come in the garding again ever.”,
“Some of the real stuff,” he requested, “just to make these folks realize they haven’t begun to live yet.”,
Jean, too, crossed the little bridge, climbed the fence, mounted her wheel, and rolled off down the dusty road..
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