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46 &ldquo;Poll, nonsense, children!&rdquo; cried their good, honest father, who, as we have already intimated, had an exceedingly common-sensible way of looking at matters. &ldquo;Do not tell me of making live figures out of snow. Come, wife; this little stranger must not stay out in the bleak air a moment longer. We will bring her into the parlor; and you shall give her a supper of warm bread and milk, and make her as comfortable as you can. Meanwhile, I will inquire among the neighbors; or, if necessary, send the city-crier about the streets, to give notice of a lost child.&rdquo; So saying, this honest and very kind-hearted man was going toward the little white damsel, with the best intentions in the world. But Violet and Peony, each seizing their father by the hand, earnestly besought him not to make her come in.

&ldquo;Dear father,&rdquo; cried Violet, putting herself before him, &ldquo;it is true what I have been telling you! This is our little snow-girl, and she cannot live any longer than while she breathes the cold west-wind. Do not make her come into the hot room!&rdquo;

&ldquo;Yes, father,&rdquo; shouted Peony, stamping his little foot, so mightily was he in earnest, &ldquo;this be nothing but our &rsquo;ittle snow-child! She will not love the hot fire!&rdquo; &ldquo;Nonsense, children, nonsense, nonsense!&rdquo; cried the father, half vexed, half laughing at what he considered their foolish obstinacy. &ldquo;Run into the house, this moment! It is too late to play any longer, now. I must take care of this little girl immediately, or she will catch her death-a-cold!&rdquo;

&ldquo;Husband! dear husband!&rdquo; said his wife, in a low voice,&mdash;for she had been looking narrowly at the snow-child, and was more perplexed than ever,&mdash;