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Rh made, nor ever such a dear little girl and boy to make it.

&ldquo;They do everything better than other children,&rdquo; said she, very complacently. &ldquo;No wonder they make better snow-images!&rdquo; She sat down again to her work, and made as much haste with it as possible; because twilight would soon come, and Peony&rsquo;s frock was not yet finished, and grandfather was expected, by railroad, pretty early in the morning. Faster and faster, therefore, went her flying fingers. The children, likewise, kept busily at work in the garden, and still the mother listened, whenever she could catch a word. She was amused to observe how their little imaginations had got mixed up with what they were doing, and carried away by it. They seemed positively to think that the snow-child would run about and play with them.

&ldquo;What a nice playmate she will be for us, all winter long!&rdquo; said Violet. &ldquo;I hope papa will not be afraid of her giving us a cold! Sha&rsquo;n&rsquo;t you love her dearly, Peony?&rdquo; &ldquo;Oh yes!&rdquo; cried Peony. &ldquo;And I will hug her, and she shall sit down close by me, and drink some of my warm milk !&rdquo; &ldquo;Oh no, Peony!&rdquo; answered Violet, with grave wisdom. &ldquo;That will not do at all. Warm milk will not be wholesome for our little snow-sister. Little snow-people, like her, eat nothing but icicles. No, no, Peony; we must not give her anything warm to drink!&rdquo; There was a minute or two of silence; for Peony, whose short legs were never weary, had gone on a pilgrimage again to the other side of the garden. All of a sudden, Violet cried out, loudly and joyfully,&mdash;