A new flower fancier. 
Our little girl, Exleen, 
reaching for a daffodil 
which her mother holds. 
The flower she ts about 
to take 1s nearly as large 
as her head. 

A critical judge. Whether 
the frown 1s from the bright 
sunshine or from the sert- 
ousness of her decision as to 
the merits of this Glad 1s left 
fo your judgment. 

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