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opened. It is summer. Thousands
of white stars covered the surf, then
they changed into strawberries which
shone like rubies in the middle
of diamonds.
Quickly, my child, gather the straw-
berries, said June.
Mary filled her apron, thanked the
twelve months and ran joyously
home. Her mother and sister are
much surprised..
Where did you find these beautiful
things? asked Henrietta in a disdain-
ful tone.
Up there, on the mountain, answered
the sister.

Henrietta and her mother ate the
strawberries and did not even say
thank you to the poor child.
VII.
The third day, the naughty sister
wanted apples. The same threats,
the same insults, the same
violences. Mary ran again to the