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“Oh ’bout the fairies an’ stars an’ lovely things that grownups know nothin’ about.”,“I hope my breakfast won’t be quite so—”,“It’s only your notion, Billy, that mother’s cream is best; but I’ve been very happy making it for you.” She began at once to serve it.,Betty said her prayers that night before her cyclamen. It seemed to her a “mornin’-glory that had been growed by an angel, its petals sparkled so, an’ it smelled so pure.” She breathed very softly her thanksgiving, with a vague feeling that it had wings and could find its way better than she knew.,Edith worked very hard. She called her operetta “The Triumph of Flora.” The words were her own, written hurriedly and set to familiar though classic airs. Yet many of the daintiest, most tripping melodies she wrote herself. The sorrows of humanity had winged her brain and dipped her pen in harmonies, that she might assuage them.,Here his laughter became a series of concussions decidedly menacing to his well-being.,“Break it,—not now; when I tell you.”,She pressed him closer and kissed him. And soon he slept.,The sunbeam somehow got into the internal decorations of Nancy and filtered out through her eyes. Their amber depths seemed to have turned into liquid gold.,“Doh, re, mi, fah, soh, la, ti, doh,” sang the children in faint uncertain tones.,“Half-sister, step-sister, persister, or sister-in-law—” Jimmy began, when Billy’s frown stopped him, and Bess interrupted with, “He thinks he’s saying something witty: laugh everybody.”,“But there aren’t any deer,” the little girl objected. “What will you do for.