With devout gratitude the girl gazed on this exquisite work of the Creator and bent down one of the branches, that she might examine the flower and breathe in its sweetness; and a lovely light burned in her soul. It seemed to uplift her heart, and she wanted to pluck a flower, but she had not the heart to break one off, for she knew it would soon fade if she did. So she took only a single green leaf, carried it home, and there she pressed it in between the pages of her Bible; and it lay there quite fresh, always green, and never fading.
Le habría gustado cortar una flor, pero no se decidía a hacerlo, pues se habría marchitado muy pronto; así, se limitó a llevarse una de las verdes hojas que, una vez en casa, guardó en su Biblia, donde se conservó fresca, sin marchitarse nunca.