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Rh go around among the neighbors, and find out where she belongs.&rdquo;

The mother, meanwhile, had gone in search of the shawl and stockings; for her own view of the matter, however subtle and delicate, had given way, as it always did, to the stubborn materialism of her husband. Without heeding the remonstrances of his two children, who still kept murmuring that their little snow-sister did not love the warmth, good Mr. Lindsey took his departure, shutting the parlor-door carefully behind him. Turning up the collar of his sack over his ears, he emerged from the house, and had barely reached the street-gate, when he was recalled by the screams of Violet and Peony, and the rapping of a thimbled finger against the parlor window.

&ldquo;Husband! husband!&rdquo; cried his wife, showing her horror-stricken face through the window-panes. &ldquo;There is no need of going for the child's parents!&rdquo; &ldquo;We told you so, father!&rdquo; screamed Violet and Peony, as he re-entered the parlor. &ldquo;You would bring her in; and now our poor&mash;dear&mdash;beau-ti-ful little snow-sister is thawed!&rdquo; And their own sweet little faces were already dissolved in tears; so that their father, seeing what strange things occasionally happen in this every-day world, felt not a little anxious lest his children might be going to thaw too! In the utmost perplexity, he demanded an explanation of his wife. She could only reply, that, being summoned to the parlor by the cries of Violet and Peony, she found no trace of the little white maiden, unless it were the remains of a heap of snow, which, while she was gazing at it, melted quite away upon the hearth-rug.

&ldquo;And there you see all that is left of it!&rdquo; added she, pointing to a pool of water in front of the stove.