"Sister Mary, I have counted it specially, and none of them have fallen." Stelly answered with certainty.
Mary Kinson's eyes sank a few minutes and replied, "OK, I know."
Stelly grew up with her. She trusted her. She turned around, pushed open the door and went downstairs.
Belle Kinson saw her come down and trotted to hold her hand: "Sister, come and eat."
Mary Kinson shook her head and looked serious: " have you counted how many pots of flowers and plants there are?"
"Counted, thirteen pots, what's the matter, is it left behind?"
Mary Kinson is clear, someone broke into her room stole a flower.
Belle Kinson looked at her look and had a foreboding in her heart. She asked, "Sister, is it less?"
Mary Kinson did not deny: "After that, who entered my room?"
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