A little girl one day, whose mother had entrusted her with a
penny for some small purchase, was crusht in the streets. She
did not drop the penny. Recovering from a fainting fit, dying,
she opened her firmly-closed fist, and handed her mother the
humble penny, whose small value she did not realize, saying to
her: “I have not lost it.” (Text.)
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