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much alarmed, but you do not look as if you ever 
could forget even a flower that you had once loved. 
“ In my own country they call us Pierce-the- 
Snow, (Perce-neige.) Perhaps you will go to 
France when you grow up, and if you go to 
Valence, you must get up early in the morning 
and walk out into the country on the southern side 
of the town, and you will soon come to a green 
knoll surrounded by trees. The clear livei Ga¬ 
ronne washes three of its sides, and there, eaily in 
the spring, you may see thousands of my brothers 
and sisters hanging out their bells above the snow. 
If you are not there in the spring, you will not see 
them, but you can look at the sweet river and the 
snow-capped mountains in the distance, and when 
you return you will tell me how beautiful they 
are. 
“We w r ere a happy family that lived side by side, 
