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Mary wondered that the Anemone looked so 
young, when she had so many children. She cer¬ 
tainly looked no older than the rest of them. The 
pretty flower blushed a still deeper pink, and was 
quite pleased that Mary thought she still looked so 
young and beautiful, for she loved the admiration 
even of the winds. “ I know what your thoughts 
are, little lady,” she said. “ The reason I look so 
young is, that every year I put on new garments, 
and flowers never feel old, as people do. But I 
have had some sorrows,” she added with a sigh, 
“ for the cows sometimes trample upon my dear 
children. I see them all again every spring, to be 
sure, but it grieves me when their beautiful sum¬ 
mer lives are cut short. 
“ I know that I ought not to complain, for I think 
I am much happier than the race of man. In that 
little cottage, on the edge of the meadow, there lives 
