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 See it splash! Ah, mind, see it splash! It is alive! Throw pieces of broken leaves into it. They'll pass through. No! Yes—just!

Away now for the cows! But— It's cold! It's getting dark. It's going to rain. No further!

III. Oh then, a wreath! Let's refresh something they used to write well of.

Two fern plumes. Strip them to the mid-rib along one side. Bind the tips with a grass stem. Bend and intertwist the stalks at the back. So! Ah! now we are crowned! Now we are a poet!

Quickly! A bunch of little flowers for Flossie—the little ones only: a red clover, one