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She saw her father playing the piano again, but it was so nice, her mother looking at him with her arms crossed, smiling, gentle and kind.

She kissed her father and her mother. She had a happy home.

"poplar, poplar." They all called her gently.

It was the bells of heaven, she thought, ringing.

She heard it, but she knew it.

The night watchman was still too slow, and when he ran over