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Oh, how pretty!" "We must have some shining little bits of ice to make the brightness of her eyes. She is not finished yet," Violet went on. "Here they are," cried Peony. "Mother, mother! Look out and see what a nice little girl we have made!" Their mother put down her work for an instant and looked out of the window. She was dazzled by the sun that had sunk almost to the edge of the world so she could not see the garden very distinctly. Still, through all the brightness of the sun and the snow, she saw a strange, small white figure in the garden. Peony was bringing fresh snow, and Violet was moulding it as a sculptor adds clay to his model. "They do everything better than other children," their mother thought. "No wonder they make better snow images." She sat down again to her work, and Violet and Peony talked about what a nice playmate their little snow sister would be for them all winter. Suddenly Violet called out joyfully: "Look, Peony! Come quickly! A light has been shining on her cheek from that rose-colored cloud, and the color does not go away." "And look, Violet!" Peony answered. "Oh, look at her hair! It is all like gold." "Oh, of course," Violet said. "That color, you know, comes from the golden clouds. She is almost finished now. But her lips must be very red. Let us kiss them, Peony!" Just then there came a breeze of the pure west wind blowing through the garden. It sounded so wintry cold that the mother was about to tap on the window pane to call the children in, when they both cried out to her with one voice: "Mother, mother! We have finished our little snow sister and she is running about the garden with us!" "They make me almost as much of a child as they," the mother said. "I can almost believe now that the snow image has really come to life." She went to the door and looked all over the garden. There was no gleam or dazzle now on it and she could see very well. What do you think she saw there? Why, if you will believe me, there was a small figure of a girl dressed all in white, with rosy cheeks and golden curls, playing with Violet and Peony. She was none of the neighboring children. Not one had so sweet a face. Her dress fluttered in the breeze; she danced about in tiny white slippers. She was like a flying snowdrift. "Who is this child?" the mother asked. "Does she live near us?" Violet laughed that her mother could not understand so clear a matter. "This is our litt
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