THE SNOW 
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if there should be one anywhere, I think the flowers 
themselves would wish to grow and look at her. 
When at length Mr. Percy is through college, we 
hope he will always live near our garden, for with- 
out him it will seem as strange as when the birds are 
gone and the black crow flies off alone. 
I cannot write now about the day when Little 
Joseph will have become a man, nor shall I spend 
time wondering if he will then care for and work 
in the garden. I know that I, who am nearly 
grown, will love it forever. 
THE END 
