Little Ida’s Flowers.
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Y poor flowers, you are wither’d!” said little Ida. “Yesterday evening you were so pretty, and now all your leaves are drooping! What is the reason of it?” asked she of a youth sitting on a sofa, and whom she liked very much, because he told her the most beutiful fairytales, and cut out pasteboard houses for her, and such wonderful pictures too; he could
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