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"'The garden's full o' growin' posies that outshames the flower-makers;
watch out and see, Anastasia!'
"Well and I did!! This mornin' early she picks a lot o' them sticky pink
flowers by the stoop, the colour o' chiny shells, wid spokes in them
like umbrellas, and the thick green leaves, and after leavin' 'em in
water a spell, puts 'em in me cold closet, a small bit o' wet moss tied
to each stem end wid green sewin' silk! A piece after dinner out she
comes wid the hat that's covered with strong white lace, and she cocks
it this way and pinches it that and sews the flowers to it quick wid a
big thread and a great splashin' bow on behind, and into the cold box
agin!
"'That's fer this afternoon,' says she, and before she wore it off (a
hat that Eve, mother o' sin, and us all would envy), she'd another ready
for the night! 'Will it spoil now and give yer away, I wonder?' says I,
anxious like.
"'Not fer two hours, at least; and it'll keep me from stayin' too long;
if I do, it'll wither away and leave me all forlorn, like Cinderella and
her pumpkin coach!' she said a-smilin' kind uv to herself in me kitchen
mirror, when she put the hat on.
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