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RIVERSIDE LETTERS 



139 



" The new soft fallen mask of snow" in 

 my shrubbery is pierced all over by the little 

 yellow globes of the winter aconites ; they 

 looked very miserable until the snow came, 

 but now when the sun shines they seem 



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quite happy, each managing to keep a little 

 hollow around its stem and green frill, all 

 stretching their little heads as far as they 

 can to catch the sun. F ceding the birds 

 is now a constant care, they empty the little 



