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38 the snow-drift, Peony, and reach them easily, I must have them to make some ringlets for our snow-sister&rsquo;s head!&rdquo;

&ldquo;Here they are, Violet!&rdquo; answered the little boy. &ldquo;Take care you do not break them. Well done! Well done! How pretty!&rdquo; &ldquo;Does she not look sweetly?&rdquo; said Violet, with a very satisfied tone; &ldquo;and now we must have some little shining bits of ice, to make the brightness of her eyes. She is not finished yet. Mamma will see how very beautiful she is; but papa will say, &lsquo;Tush! nonsense !&mdash;come in out of the cold!&rsquo;&rdquo;

&ldquo;Let us call mamma to look out,&rdquo; said Peony; and then he shouted lustily, &ldquo;Mamma! mamma!! mamma!!! Look out, and see what a nice &rsquo;ittle girl we are making!&rdquo;

The mother put down her work for an instant, and looked out of the window. But it so happened that the sun for this was one of the shortest days of the whole year had sunken so nearly to the edge of the world that his setting shine came obliquely into the lady&rsquo;s eyes. So she was dazzled, you must understand, and could not very distinctly observe what was in the garden. Still, however, through all that bright, blinding dazzle of the sun and the new snow, she beheld a small white figure in the garden, that seemed to have a wonderful deal of human likeness about it. And she saw Violet and Peony,&mdash;indeed, she looked more at them than at the image,&mdash;she saw the two children still at work; Peony bringing fresh snow, and Violet applying it to the figure as scientifically as a sculptor adds clay to his model. Indistinctly as she discerned the snow-child, the mother thought to herself that never before was there a snow-figure so cunningly