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She was a child, happy and carefree, thrilled with the flowers, the butterflies and the birds and, as her arms went out towards them, one could see almost the birds fluttering above her and the butterflies hovering over the flowers. It was a dance so exquisite in every movement and in every gesture that the audience seemed to hold its breath and there was not a sound in the whole auditorium. She was joy, she was youth, she believed that God was in His Heaven and all was right with the world. She was everything that anyone remembered of his or her childhood, she was innocence, she was beauty itself and it seemed as if she almost held both happiness and beauty in her arms. The curtain came down and for a moment there was that silence which every actor and actress knows marks the summit o