“Mind that LILY. Don’t touch it,” she barked out.

“And don’t go near that deadly nightshade down the lane,” she continued.

Rosie wondered just where she could go and what she could touch. Lilies, it seemed, stained your clothes and deadly nightshade was LETHAL. It killed you if you ate it. Everything seemed full of danger of one kind or another. Grandma would probably have had her sitting in a chair allvday doing nothing.

Rosie grew into a very anxious child. Then the day came when she had to have her photograph taken at school. Inside, she groaned. She jnew she would have to out in a PRETENCE of being happy.

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