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For at his feet the cowslips and daisies smiled on him in friendly regard; the
breeze whistled gaily as it passed by and fluttered the locks on his forehead;
the brook laughed joyously as it leaped over the pebbles and swept around the
green curves of its banks; the bees sang sweet songs as they flew from
dandelion to daffodil; the beetles chirruped happily in the long grass, and the
sunbeams glinted pleasantly over all the scene.
"
Here," cried Claus, stretching out his arms as if to embrace the Valley, "will I
make my home!"
That was many, many years ago. It has been his home ever since. It is his
home now.
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