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knew because the wind told us that he had 

 carried their spirits away at the moment 

 of death." 



Little Jo began to sob again. 



" Hush, my love, for is not the sun 

 shining and the brook singing its wander- 

 song ? We do not know death, for all we 

 think of is the lovely life we have now. 

 The swallows do not struggle as you wise 

 ones do, or kill one another, but each has 

 sufficient and no more. And oh, we are 

 so happy." 



" I am not happy, little swallow, for I 

 am ugly." 



" My love, you are beautiful, for your 

 heart is kind. We all love you so very 

 much. And one day, when you are older, 

 some one will come to you, some one to 

 whom I talk now as I talk to you, and he 

 will tell you that you are beautiful. He is 

 great friends with the owl, who calls to him at 

 night. But at present he is only a little boy." 



" How lovely," Jo cried, jumping up 



