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"
Why
,
indeed
?
"
whispered
a
Daisy
to
his
neighbour
,
in
a
soft
,
low
voice
.
"
He
is
weeping
for
a
red
rose
,
"
said
the
Nightingale
.
"
For
a
red
rose
?
"
they
cried
;
"
how
very
ridiculous
!
"
and
the
little
Lizard
,
who
was
something
of
a
cynic
,
laughed
outright
.
But
the
Nightingale
understood
the
secret
of
the
Student
's
sorrow
,
and
she
sat
silent
in
the
oak-tree
,
and
thought
about
the
mystery
of
Love
.
Suddenly
she
spread
her
brown
wings
for
flight
,
and
soared
into
the
air
.
She
passed
through
the
grove
like
a
shadow
,
and
like
a
shadow
she
sailed
across
the
garden
.
In
the
centre
of
the
grass-plot
was
standing
a
beautiful
Rose-tree
,
and
when
she
saw
it
she
flew
over
to
it
,
and
lit
upon
a
spray
.
"
Give
me
a
red
rose
,
"
she
cried
,
"
and
I
will
sing
you
my
sweetest
song
.
"
But
the
Tree
shook
its
head
.
"
My
roses
are
white
,
"
it
answered
;
"
as
white
as
the
foam
of
the
sea
,
and
whiter
than
the
snow
upon
the
mountain
.
But
go
to
my
brother
who
grows
round
the
old
sun-dial
,
and
perhaps
he
will
give
you
what
you
want
.
"
So
the
Nightingale
flew
over
to
the
Rose-tree
that
was
growing
round
the
old
sun-dial
.
