The SNOW-CHILD (18 完)

The SNOW-CHILD (18　完)

She could only reply, that,  being brought to the parlour  by cries of Violet and Peony, she found no trace of the little white maiden, except a heap of snow, which, while she was gazing it, melted quite away upon the hearth-rug.

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

" Yes, Father, " said Violet, looking reproachfully at him through her tears, " there is all that is left of our dear little snow-sister ! "

" Naughty Father ! " cried Peony.

But there is no teaching anything to sensible men like Violet and Peony's father.

They know everything that has been, and everything that is, and everything that possibly can be, and they will not recognise a miracle even if it come to pass under their very noses.

" Wife, " said the children's father, after being silent for a time, " see what a quantity of snow the children have brought in on their feet ! It has made quite a puddle here before the stove.　Tell Dora to bring some towels and mop it up ! "

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