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they called Mary from every side, she knew not 
which way to turn. 
The pale Uvularias rang their yellow bells with 
all their might, that she might come and hear how 
they were related to the Lilies, and see the little 
tubercles inside their petals, and how their stems 
pierced through their leaves. It surely was not 
vanity that made them ring their bells so loudly, for 
they told Mary they had some cousins named Gran- 
diflora who were handsomer than themselves. 
The Erythronium, sometimes called the Dog’s 
Tooth Violet, said very modestly that she too was 
a Lily. The bright sun that morning had made her 
roll her yellow and crimson petals as far back as 
possible. She looked as if she would have been 
glad to turn her eye up to him if she could. It was 
only in fair weather, she said, that she dared to ex¬ 
pand so far ; she always felt afraid of clouds, and of 
