THE SNOW-DROPS. 
One beautiful spring morning, when a soft south 
wind began to melt the snow and ice, a little blue¬ 
eyed girl ran into her mother’s garden to look 
for Snow-drops and Crocuses, for April had come, 
and she knew it was time for her darling flowers to 
peep above the snow. 
Little Mary loved all the flowers, but she loved 
Snow-drops best, for they came first, and their deli¬ 
cate white bells and green leaves told beautiful 
stories of spring and summer. Her little fingers 
soon removed the snow from the bed where they 
