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for several days, till at last the Lily told him she
was dying.

‘We must all die, you know, and I have done
my work, so am ready to go.”

The next morning, when the Grasshopper said,
“Good morning, dear Lily,” she did not answer.
Her beautiful head was drooping. She was dead.

Soon the nurse came, and taking the flowers,
away, threw them into an ash-barrel. The Grass-
hopper hopped out, and kissing his Lily for the
last time, sat near her, on the top of the rubbish.
He felt very badly, for his only friend had gone
from him. A man soon appeared, who emptied
the contents of the barrel into a big wagon, but
the Grasshopper jumped just in time, and landed
on the very top of the load—a little speck
of bright green, in the midst of the ashes and
rubbish. The cart rattled noisily over the city
streets, and soon came in sight of the sea. Its
contents were emptied into a big boat, which
was waiting at the wharf. Again the Grasshopper
jumped, and once more found himself on the
very top of everything. He looked about and

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