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"Put the geranium where I can see it, mother, " the voice was saying, "Ilove to lie back and watch it. " A woman came forward at these words and altered the position of theplant, which Fairy Violet had already noticed as being rather faded, andin want of her skill to brighten the colours. "It is very washy-like, " she said regretfully, "I doubt this stuffy airis killing it. " "Will it live as long as I shall?" asked the plaintive voice. There was no answer, but Violet saw that the mother's hand...s shook asthey busied themselves with the flower. "I hope it will, " the voice continued, with a sort of wistful eagerness, "for it is such a pleasure to me to watch it. It seems to comfort me, when the pain is very bad, and I lie awake through the long weary night, to look at it and wonder what the little garden is looking like in theold home you have told me of so often, mother, and whether the moon isshining as sweetly there as over our poor house here. I sometimeswonder, too, whether the flowers there are so very much more beautifulthan my poor sickly geranium, and whether if I saw them I should carefor it no longer; and then I think no, that no flower could ever be sobeautiful to me as my flower, and that I love it far better, rearing itspretty head so bravely in this dull stuffy room, than if it bloomed inthe loveliest garden that was ever planted.
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