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“ Y° u i°°k very much surprised to hear me talk, 
but I am so happy, and you look so gentle, that I 
will go on, and when you hear how unhappy I have 
been, I know you will always be my friend, and 
will come every spring to clear away the snow that 
covers us. 
The Snow-drop suddenly stopped speaking; and 
her beautiful head bowed lower than ever upon its 
graceful stalk, and a sigh that burst from her, made 
all her petals tremble. 
When she spoke again, all her joy seemed to be 
gone, and her voice was so mournful, that the tears 
started into little Mary’s eyes. 
“ My dear little girl,” began the flower again, 
this is a fine garden, and you and your mamma 
are very kind, for you never pluck us from the 
bosom of our mother Earth, but let us live and die 
together here. But ah ! if you could see the sunny 
