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Title: The Legend of the Bleeding-heart

Author: Annie Fellows Johnston

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THE LEGEND OF THE BLEEDING-HEART

by

ANNIE FELLOWS JOHNSTON

Author of "The Little Colonel Series," "Big
Brother," "Joel: A Boy of Galilee,"
"Keeping Tryst," etc.

[Illustration: Olga, holding it in the hollow of
her hands, offered him the water.]

Boston
L. C. Page & Company
1907
Copyright, 1900
By L. C. Page & Company
(Incorporated)
Copyright, 1907
By L. C. Page & Company
(Incorporated)
All rights reserved
First Impression, July, 1907
Colonial Press
Electrotyped and Printed by C. H. Simonds & Co.
Boston, U. S. A.

IN MEMORY
OF THE ONES THAT GREW
SO LONG AGO,
IN OLD "Aunt Nancy's" GARDEN.

The Legend of the Bleeding-heart

In days of old, when all things in the Wood had speech, there lived
within its depths a lone Flax-spinner. She was a bent old creature, and
ill to look upon, but all the tongues of all the forest leaves were ever
kept a-wagging with the story of her kindly deeds. And even to this day
they sometimes whisper low among themselves (because they fain would
ho