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Anemonifolium is the most distinguished of my 
relations; she has delicate, glossy green leaves, 
shaped like a fern, and large red blossoms, and lives 
at the Cape of Good Hope. Another is named 
Washingtonia.” Mary thought this ought to be the 
queen of flowers to be worthy of such a name, for her 
grand-mother had often talked to her of that good 
Father of her country. 
But now she espied a troop of Columbines on a 
rock, whose dark face was gleaming with delight, as 
they seemed to be climbing over it on every side. 
Of all the flowers that came to the May, none were 
to her so beautiful as the Columbines. They never 
seemed to stand still like other flowers, but as they 
waved gaily in the wind, they looked as if they were 
running about as fast as the happy children who 
were snatching them from their nooks and pinna¬ 
cles. But they did not look so fresh or so beautiful 
