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Judy by Temple Bailey
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are better than food, any day--"

Like a flame the color went over Anne's fair face. "Oh, do you like
flowers, Judy?" she said, joyously. "Do you, Judy?"

Judy nodded. "I love them," she said. "Give me that big blue bowl,
Anne, and I'll get you some for the table."

"Wouldn't you like a vase, Judy?" asked Anne. "We have a nice red one
in the parlor."

Judy drew her shoulders together in a little shiver of distaste. "Oh,
no, no," she shuddered, "this bowl is such a beauty, Anne."

"But it is so old," said Anne, "it belonged to my great-grandmother."

"That is why it is so beautiful," said Judy, as she went out of the
door into the garden.

When she came in she had filled the bowl with yellow tulips, which, set
in the center of the table, seemed to radiate sunshine, and to glorify
the plain little room. "I should never have thought of the tulips,
Judy," exclaimed Anne, "but they look lovely."

There was such genuine admiration in the tender voice, that Judy looked
at Anne for the first time with interest--at the plain, straight figure
in the unfashionable blue gingham, at the freckled face, with its
tip-tilted nose, and at the fair hair hanging in two neat braids far
below the little girl's waist.

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