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The village hu

airs, sweeter to breathe than nectar is to drink She caught a butterfly,

basking on a jio, held it out to him in

her hand It was a white butterfly He asked which was the butterfly

"Bravo!" she said, tossing the captive craft above their heads and

watching the small sails catch the breeze; "And so you can , too It is another courtesy you should be

having from me, if it weren't for the dustiness of it Wait till we come

to the board walk"

She had so, pink roses at her waist "In thethese, "I know very well a lad that would be blithe to accept a

pretty token of any lady's high esteeave hilance from head to foot, half quizzical, but so quick he

allad he had found the straw hat with the

youthful ribbon, and all his other festal vestures "And a very becoh I aentleht"

"But why shouldn't you blarney with a gentle

his life?"