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her, and sometimes she smiles, but I often think it 
only makes her more unhappy to see us.” 
Mary told the Anemone that she knew that poor 
old lady very well, and that her children were really 
up in the sky, where they were in a more beautiful 
world than this—and that sorrowing mother knew 
it, and was very willing that they should be there 
with God, but she was tired of staying here with¬ 
out them, and wanted to go too. 
Is there a better wind there,” said the Anemone, 
and more sun ? and does it shine upon a prettier 
river ?” 
“ • y es >” said little Mary, “ every thing is 
better there, and God is there, who made every 
thing- the wind and the sun and the rivers—Oh ! a 
great many, many suns, and that is where all good 
spirits go and are happy.” 
I hope I shall go too,” said the Anemone,—but 
