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 The beautiful rose was just closing her petals for the night. In he dived under the warm leaves.

THE BOLD WEED

The weed smelled rank to heaven. But she looked out at everyone as bold as brass.

"Hold up your heads," she cried to the violets. "Push yourselves forward where people may see you."

But the violets held down their heads modestly.

Along came Lucy looking for some flowers. "Ugh! what a rank smell that weed has!" she cried. She plucked it up by the root and threw it on a heap of rubbish. But she gathered a great bunch of the dewy violets for her grandmother's birthday.

ODDS AND ENDS

There was once on a time a maiden who was pretty but very lazy and wasteful. When a little knot came in the flax she was spinning, she at once pulled out a whole heap of it and threw it away. Her servant gathered up the bits of flax that had been thrown away, cleaned them, spun them, and wove them into a piece of fine linen. Out of this she made herself a beautiful dress.

Well, the maiden was to be married. On the eve