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He lay subdued save for a waving hand in which the flowers were still imbedded and with which he made passes at the two girls, murmuring with the thick utterance of rising sleep "Bu'full flowers." And in a moment he slept, curled against his mother, his face angelic beneath the wet hair.
"Is it a bu'full smell?" he inquired, watching her face with eyes of bright inquiry. "Beautiful," she said, trying to see the knitting. "Aren't you glad I brought them?" still anxiously inquiring. "Very" she pushed them away. "You're soaked. Take off your things." And little Bob, still holding his flowers, was stripped to his skin. "Now lie down," said his mother. "I'm turning the heel."
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