But away in a corner, by a hedge—hidden from all eyes and sheltered from cold winds—the dandelion-child who had not wanted to go into the world grew stronger and more beautiful every day. She knew nothing about fine gardens or admiring eyes—and she cared nothing. All she knew was that the sun looked down on her with all his brightness, and that the great blue sky into which she was always gazing was wide enough and fair enough for her.
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Conceit Bowled Out!
He was a clever cricketer, And very proud of that; Conceitedly one afternoon He took his cricket bat. But when he at the wicket saw His sister with her curls, He turned his nose up so, and said: "I never play with girls!
"They're molly-coddles all," he cried; "They always spoil a match; They cannot field or bowl a bit— They cannot even catch! However, just this once I'll play!" O, pride had such a fall: You should have heard them shout—a girl Had bowled him out first ball!
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