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“It is strange and cold. I can feel it through the box" said Miss Flower and she cried, "No one will understand us or know what we want. Oh no one will understand us again!" But Miss Happiness was more hopeful and more brave. "I think they will,"she said. "How will they?" "Because there will be some little girl who is clever and kind." "Will there be?" said Miss Flower longingly. "Yes." "Why will there be?" "Because there always has been," said Miss Happiness.”

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Miss Happiness and Miss Flower

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Rumer Godden
Rumer Godden

Rumer Godden was a British author renowned for her contributions to children's literature and adult fiction. Born on December 10, 1907, she spent much of her life in India and Japan, which greatly influenced her writing. Her works often delved into themes of cultural identity and the intricacies of human relationships. She passed away on November 8, 1998. more

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