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grew, and she shouted for joy when she saw a 
whole troop of the little white sisters lift up their 
graceful heads and smile in the bright sunshine. 
As Mary bent down, with her rosy cheek almost 
touching the sweet flowers, she heard a fairy-like 
little voice say —“ Thank you, pretty one, for 
brushing away the cold snow and showing us this 
beautiful light. We have been trying for many 
days to lift it from our heads, but began to fear we 
should die without seeing the sun. It is very 
pleasant and warm, and I am sure your eyes were 
made of the blue sky when the sun was shining 
upon it. I have been humming to myself this 
morning the song I should sing to the sun when 
he would please to melt away the cold snow, but 
I love you best, now, and if you care any thing 
about us little Snow-drops, I will tell you our 
whole history. 
