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the next moment the flower seemed to forget that 
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there was any happier w r orld than this, for she be¬ 
gan to dance and toss her pretty head about again. 
“ My other name,” she said, after a moment’s 
pause, “ is Nemorosa. I am so called because I 
sometimes grow in woods and shady places. Most 
Anemones love to grow on the top of a hill, where 
they can feel all the winds that blow. When I am 
not in flower, you may know me by my leaves. 
They are in the form of a wedge, you see, and 
notched, and three always grow together. Ane¬ 
mones have many fancies about their mantles. 
Thalictroides—I can hardly pronounce such a long 
word—has smooth, roundish, heart-shaped leaves, 
like Meadow Rue, from whom she is named. I 
should like this' name better than that long Latin 
one. I wish flowers could name themselves. But 
it is very pretty, and grows on an umbelled flower- 
