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motion the lively little creature had imparted to 
them ; but on looking up into them, Mary saw a 
clear drop of water hanging in each, which even the 
trembling of the plant did not dislodge. Beautiful 
as it was, she wondered that the wren could ap¬ 
proach near enough to taste it, so unpleasant an odor 
streamed from the flower. She immediately drew 
back, and thought she had rather hear the proud 
flower’s story from a distance, for it seemed to her 
that she must be more like the Tulip than the Hya¬ 
cinth. 
The flower observed the motion, and mistaking 
the feeling she inspired for one of respect, said in a 
condescending tone, “ you may approach, little girl, 
if you wish to know about those transparent drops 
within my bells. I hang them there for that little 
bird, who alone of all the feathered tribes comes to 
see me. This tall stalk which supports my flowing 
