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Wilty fretted and sighed all the while on account of her shriveled grapes. Said Tovina, "We all have some shriveled grapes, but the Husbandman will take care of that."
"Sure," countered Wilty. "One day no shriveled grapes will be allowed, and don't you think it would make the Husbandman happier if it were now? Besides, from such a healthy Vine, why ever such worthless fruit?"
She seemed to have a point. Truly nothing was so fine as the light in the Husbandman's eyes.
Tovina looked at her own grapes, misshapen, discolored, ugly; and she cried.
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