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loving heart to know that there could be ingrat¬ 
itude in such a world. 
Just at that moment she saw her own brindled 
cow walking slowly along as if seeking some¬ 
thing good to eat. 
Before the Ranunculuses could laugh again, her 
little hands had torn them all from their grassy 
bed and thrown them over the fence. Mary was 
sorry to spoil any one’s pleasure on May-day, 
but she could not let the innocent old cow be 
made unhappy. 
The other flowers trembled at the fate of their 
companions. The Trillium Erectum tried to hide 
her gloomy blossoms of dark brown and purple 
under her diamond-shaped leaves, for her con¬ 
science told her she was not contributing to the 
pleasure of those around her. Mary, however, 
was too much occupied with the pain in her hands 
