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5792	Andrews, Jane	The Stories Mother Nature Told Her Children			.txt	text/plain	22459	887	82	You may think that Mother Nature, like the famous "old woman who lived one bead that looks like solid honey, and a little bright-winged beetle eating every little fly and mosquito that comes within his reach. water, I can dart like the little flat boatmen, or, better than all, rock the cradle when the father and mother are away and the little ones wings about them one day, and a dazzlingly beautiful little bird thrust like their mother, sober, well-behaved little moths, they were green thoroughly turned to stone, little buds, looking somewhat like the the lovely rose-colored sea-mosses, and tell her funny little story of way of the little cars that are coming and going on each side of you, like our guide, working by the light of their little lamps. great ferns as tall as this house, and mosses as high as little trees,	./cache/5792.txt	./txt/5792.txt