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34 At last, when they had frosted one another all over with handful of snow, Violet, after laughing heartily at little Peony&rsquo;s figure, was struck with a new idea.

&ldquo;You look exactly like a snow-image, Peony,&rdquo; said she, &ldquo;if your cheeks were not so red. And that puts one in mind! Let us make an image out of snow,&mdash;an image of a little girl,&mdash;and it shall be our sister, and shall run about and play with us all winter long. Won&rsquo;t it be nice?&rdquo;

&ldquo;Oh yes!&rdquo; cried Peony, as plainly as he could speak, for he was but a little boy. &ldquo;That will be nice! And mamma shall see it!&rdquo;

&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; answered Violet; &ldquo;mamma shall see the new little girl. But she must not make her come into the warm parlor; for, you know, our little snow-sister will not love the warmth.&rdquo; And forthwith the children began this great business of making a snow-image that should run about: while their mother, who was sitting at the window and overheard some of their talk, could not help smiling at the gravity with which they set about it. They really seemed to imagine that there would be no difficulty whatever in creating a live little girl out of the snow. And, to say the truth, if miracles are ever to be wrought, it will be by putting our hands to the work in precisely such a simple and undoubting frame of mind as that in which Violet and Peony now undertook to perform one, without so much as knowing that it was a miracle. So thought the mother; and thought, likewise, that the new snow, just fallen from heaven, would be excellent material to make new beings of, if it were not so very cold. She gazed at the children a moment longer, delighting to watch their little figures,&mdash;the girl, tall for her age, graceful