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your mamma’s parasol, and on the end of each hangs 
a flower. I think such a parasol would be much 
prettier than hers, and it would not keep off the sun 
so much. Perhaps if she sees my beautiful cousin 
Narcissiflora, she will take her for a pattern. 
Mary laughed, and wondered what the flower 
thought her mamma carried a parasol for, if it weie 
not to keep off the sun but the Anemone loved 
the sun’s warmth so much that it never thought an)' 
one could think he felt too hot. 
“ Lancifolia, Alpina, and several other cousins of 
mine, live alone as I do. But it is not pleasant to 
be solitary. Once I lived entirely alone in this 
meadow; but I did not enjoy the sun or the wind 
half as much as I do now when I am surrounded by 
my children. These are all my children, covering 
the meadow as far as you can see,—for my roots 
spread under the ground like net-work. 
