"If you'll come with me, Uncle Copas, I'll start back right here, and we'll go in and rescue them.
It was the waiting I couldn't stand." "Canaries ?" Brother Copas stood and looked down on her.
Some apprehension of the absurd fancy broke on him, and he chuckled.
"Now you come to mention it, I dare say she _does_ turn 'em into canaries." "Then we ought to go straight back and set them free," insisted Corona.

"If only we had the magic flower!" "I think I know who has it.

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