sophisticated Category Two kins of Violet, Primrose, and Vetch won Flora’s particular admiration. Discreetly, in the dim, holy atmosphere of Category One, she practiced her own curtsy to overcome her shameful splay—just in case Sister Sage should reappear and move her to Category Two. This was such a wonderful thought that Flora began including it in her prayers at Devotion. She forgot it each time the enchanting fragrance of the Queen’s Love rose up through the comb, but when the nurses changed again, and her fur had still not risen, she gathered up her courage and sought out Sister Teasel.
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