u. She can work better, for the rose keeps mecompany. She used to cry too, when I was all alone. The rose will grow forever, she says. I hope it will not die. My mother says if it does die in the pretty pot, the goodnesswill keep on growing. I shall not let it die. Your friend, Mary Brennan. When… … THE SIGNS OF THE SEASONS.
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