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THE STORY WITHOUT AN END
flowers, and flaunting it to the world, as if they had endless stores of honey in their cellars.”
“Hold your tongue,” interrupted the lizard pertly; “do you think, because you are grey, that other people must throw away their handsome clothes, or let them lie in the dark wardrobe under ground, and wear nothing but grey too? I am not so envious. The flowers may dress themselves as they like for me; they pay for it out of their own pockets, and they feed bees and beetles from their cups; but what I want to know is, of what use are birds in the world? Such a fluttering and chattering, truly, from
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