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Rh Don't you know? Daughter of the flower-seller here.

What do you do?

I gather flowers in my basket.

Oh, flower gathering! That is why your feet seem so glad and your anklets jingle so merrily as you walk. Wish I could be out too. Then I would pick some flowers for you from the very topmost branches right out of sight.

Would you really? Do you know more about flowers than I?