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be made into glass as permanent as that made of 
sand. 
Mary passed on and ascended another of the 
many hillocks that rose in her path, and then she 
shouted for joy, and away she ran to the brook that 
flowed through the meadows. What did she see? for 
a brook was nothing new to her. At home she had 
a pretty brook, . as pretty as any that ever flowed, 
and bordered with flowers too ; but this one w r as 
fringed with the scarlet spikes of the gorgeous Car¬ 
dinal flower, which to Mary Avas all glorious. There 
they stood, some on the brink as if they were just 
going to step in, and others already in the middle of 
the brook, as if they Avere about to sail merrily 
away with the little gliding Avaves, to the ocean, or 
the great river. Mary’s eyes were dazzled with the 
glory of their bright colors, flashing in the sunshine, 
