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“I think you could have made it very pretty, dear, with that word,” said Miss Bibby. “And say rhyme, Lynn, not ryum. You could have said,—
‘Oh, the bush is full of beauty,
And the flowers are full of love,
And if we do our duty,
We——we——’
—something like that, you know, dear.”
“‘We’ll soon get up above,’”
finished Lynn discontentedly. “No, I didn’t want it to go like that; it was just going to be a springy sort of a song, with wild birds in it, not a lessony sort.”
“Well, get on with your letter, my dear,” said Miss Bibby, who was often helpless before the fine instinct for the value of words with which Lynn had been gifted.
So Lynn continued in a cramped hand, “I wish there were more nice words—duty won’t do.”