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The Heir of Redclyffe by Charlotte Mary Yonge
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'You make the most of that one flower,' said Charles.

'Only see how many buds!' and she placed it by his sofa. Is it not a
perfect blossom, so pure a white, and so regular! And I am so proud of
having beaten mamma and all the gardeners, for not another will be out
this fortnight; and this is to go to the horticultural show. Sam would
hardly trust me to bring it in, though it was my nursing, not his.'

'Now, Amy,' said Philip, when the flower had been duly admired, 'you
must let me put it into the window, for you. It is too heavy for you.'

'Oh, take care,' cried Amabel, but too late; for, as he took it from
her, the solitary flower struck against Charles's little table, and was
broken off.

'0 Amy, I am very sorry. What a pity! How did it happen?'

'Never mind,' she answered; 'it will last a long time in water.'

'It was very unlucky--I am very sorry--especially because of the
horticultural show.'

'Make all your apologies to Sam,' said Amy, 'his feelings will be more
hurt than mine. I dare say my poor flower would have caught cold at
the show, and never held up its head again.'

Her tone was gay; but Charles, who saw her face in the glass, betrayed
her by saying, 'Winking away a tear, 0 Amy!'

'I never nursed a dear gazelle!' quoted Amy, with a merry laugh; and
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