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“About that time, my sister Emma came out of the house.
She saw the pretty field of flowers growing,
ran right over, and started picking them.
“Now she never could hear as good as me,
so I don’t s’pose she heard what was said
after she picked all those flowers. But I did.”
It was the sun who spoke up first:
Look!
What we have made, the little girl has taken.
She must also be powerful!
