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looks faded now, but she wakes before the sun, 
sleeps all day, and then wakes again after he has 
gone down at night. I wish I could see her, but I 
cannot wake so early in the morning, and I have 
tried in vain to keep my eyes open after sunset. It 
certainly is not the sun that withers her petals every 
day, for they droop quite as much when he does not 
shine. I wonder if she would not like to live 
longer,—but my friend butterfly says he can give 
me no information about it. lie says silk-worms 
love Primrose leaves, and they are often gathered 
to be steeped in wine, which then lulls people to 
sleep.” 
A Geranium looked very much afraid Mary would 
escape her, so she interrupted the Cowslip. “ I am 
named from a Greek word signifying crane, from 
some resemblance of my seed-vessel to that bird’s 
head. I know,” said she, blushing with conscious 
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