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Rh along with her. Almost immediately, however, Peony pulled away his little fist, and began to rub it as if the fingers were tingling with cold; while Violet also released herself, though with less abruptness, gravely remarking that it was better not to take hold of hands. The white-robed damsel said not a word, but danced about, just as merrily as before. If Violet and Peony did not choose to play with her, she could make just as good a playmate of the brisk and cold west-wind, which kept blowing her all about the garden, and took such liberties with her, that they seemed to have been friends for a long time. All this while, the mother stood on the threshold, wondering how a little girl could look so much like a flying snow-drift, or how a snow-drift could look so very like a little girl.

She called Violet, and whispered to her. &ldquo;Violet my darling, what is this child's name?&rdquo; asked she. &ldquo;Does she live near us?&rdquo; &ldquo;Why, dearest mamma,&rdquo; answered Violet, laughing to think that her mother did not comprehend so very plain an affair, &ldquo;this is our little snow-sister whom we have just been making!&rdquo; &ldquo;Yes, dear mamma,&rdquo; cried Peony, running to his mother, and looking up simply into her face. &ldquo;This is our snow-image! Is it not a nice &rsquo;ittle child?&rdquo;

At this instant a flock of snow-birds came flitting through the air. As was very natural, they avoided Violet and Peony. But&mdash;and this looked strange&mdash;they flew at once to the white-robed child, fluttered eagerly about her head, alighted on her shoulders, and seemed to claim her as an old acquaintance. She, on her part, was evidently as glad to see these little birds, old Winter&rsquo;s grandchildren, as they were to see her, and welcomed them by holding out both her hands.