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"
How
high
?
"
"
At
least
two
inches
.
"
"
Oh
,
Rosa
,
take
good
care
of
it
,
and
we
shall
soon
see
it
grow
quickly
.
"
"
Can
I
take
more
care
of
it
?
"
said
she
.
"
Indeed
,
I
think
of
nothing
else
but
the
tulip
.
"
"
Of
nothing
else
,
Rosa
?
Why
,
now
I
shall
grow
jealous
in
my
turn
.
"
"
Oh
,
you
know
that
to
think
of
the
tulip
is
to
think
of
you
;
I
never
lose
sight
of
it
.
I
see
it
from
my
bed
,
on
awaking
it
is
the
first
object
that
meets
my
eyes
,
and
on
falling
asleep
the
last
on
which
they
rest
.
During
the
day
I
sit
and
work
by
its
side
,
for
I
have
never
left
my
chamber
since
I
put
it
there
.
"
"
You
are
right
Rosa
,
it
is
your
dowry
,
you
know
.
"
"
Yes
,
and
with
it
I
may
marry
a
young
man
of
twenty-six
or
twenty-eight
years
,
whom
I
shall
be
in
love
with
.
"
"
Do
n't
talk
in
that
way
,
you
naughty
girl
.
"
