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"It is not growing like a tree / In bulk, doth make man better be, / Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, / To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere. / The lily of a day / Is fairer far in May, / Although it fade and die that night / It was the plant and flower of light; / In small proportions we just beauties see, / And in short measures life may perfect be. " / "Early Ripe. " -- BEN JONSON.
It seemed as if she had been right. Ted came home with bright eyes and glowing cheeks, and said they had had an "awfully" merry evening. And his mother went to bed with an easy mind.