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and we loved each other better than all the world 
of Snow-drops together. If they had only brought 
them with me I could be happy any where, but 
the most beautiful spot m the world could not be 
a happy one for me without them. 
“ M y e Wer brother was taller than I, and when 
I looked up at our father, the Sun, I always met 
Ins kind eye. I used to tell him all about the but¬ 
terflies that came to visit me after the snow had 
melted away and all the stories the winds whis¬ 
pered to me about flowers in other countries. But 
the best of all was to tell him how dearly I loved 
him, and to hear him say that he loved me too. 
Sometimes the gentle breezes (for there are no 
cold winds there, such as we feel here) would lock 
our stems together—and sometimes we would 
stand still and silent many hours, watching the 
shining insects that sported round us, or gazing 
