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young man whom the Mammoth adored was gone
forever. The Mammoth was benevolent to every one
of the youngsters, yet he yearned for his first little
companion, and frequently discussed him. "How I
might want to see him!" he used to state.

A long time went over, and the Mammoth became
old and weak. He couldn't play about any more, so
he sat in a tremendous rocker, and viewed the

youngsters at their recreations, and respected his
greenhouse. "I have numerous delightful blossoms,"
he said; "however the youngsters are the most lovely
blooms of all."

One winter morning he watched out of his window
as he was dressing. He didn't despise the Winter
now, for he realized that it was only the Spring
sleeping, and that the blooms were resting.

All of a sudden he scoured his eyes in awe, and
looked and looked. It surely was a radiant sight. In

the most distant corner of the nursery was a tree

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