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"I loved the ht most I do now" The petulance went out of

Clara's eyes; dreams came into its place "The cool softness of the air,

the brilliant sparkle of the stars! And then the irl--ht

He, says I'm Irish then"

"I loved the sunrise," said Julia "I used to steal out, when you girls

were still sleeping, to fly by dawn I'd go up, up, up At first, it was

like a huge dewdrop - thatworld - then, colder and colder - it

was like aBut I never minded that cold and I loved the

clearness It exhilarated me I used to run races with the birds I was

not happy until I had beaten the highest-flying of them all Oh, it was

so fresh and clean then The world seeht the moh layer on layer of sunlight and warm,

perfume-laden, dew-daain And all the tirearmer and warht when the world begins to fade I

used to feel that I'd caught the h as I could go then, too Then I'd sink back

through layer on layer of deepening dusk, while one by one the stars