
Flower Fables, Part 3 of 7
The Sleepy Bookshelf
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I Would Be Fair and Stately With a Bright Star to Shine
Butipa ly flung the dewdrop away from her leaf, and it fell on her mother like a tear of grief. She folded to her chest with wilful pride a glittering firefly that hung by her side. And proudly she cried, these fireflies shall be my jewels, since the stars can never come to me. The father hath made thee what thou now art, and what he most loveth is a sweet, pure heart. Heed said the mother, rose, daughter, mine, why shouldst thou seek for beauty not thine?
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