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Rh now happened, but which they had been looking fore, and had reckoned upon all along.

&ldquo;Mamma! mamma! We have finished our little snow-sister, and she is running about the garden with us!&rdquo; &ldquo;What imaginative little beings my children are!&rdquo; thought the mother, putting the last few stitches into Peony&rsquo;s frock. &ldquo;And it is strange, too, that they make me almost as much a child as they themselves are! I can hardly help believing, now, that the snow image has really come to life!&rdquo;

&ldquo;Dear mamma!&rdquo; cried Violet, &ldquo;pray look out and see what a sweet playmate we have!&rdquo;

The mother, being thus entreated, could no longer delay to look forth from the window. The sun was now gone cut of the sky, leaving, however, a rich inheritance of his brightness among those purple and golden clouds which make the sunsets of winter so magnificent. But there was not the slightest gleam or dazzle, either on the window or on the snow; so that the good lady could look all over the garden, and see everything and everybody in it. And what do you think she saw there? Violet and Peony, of course, her own two darling children. Ah, but whom or what did she see besides? Why, if you will believe me, there was a small figure of a girl, dressed all in white, with rose-tinged cheeks and ringlets of golden hue, playing about the garden with the two children! A stranger though she was, the child seemed to be on as familiar terms with Violet and Peony, and they with her, as if all the three had been playmates during the whole of their little lives. The mother thought to herself that it must certainly be the daughter of one of the neighbors, and that, seeing Violet and Peony in