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into the deep river, where the golden fishes glided 
by in the day, and the moon and stars were re¬ 
flected at night. 
“ I wish I could hear how he bore the loss of 
me. I was so rudely snatched away that T had not 
time even to look back and nod farewell at him. I 
was shut up in a tin box, and remember nothing 
more, till one day, on reviving, I found myself in a 
little earthen jar, riding over the earth in a flying 
castle. No green thing was to be seen but a few 
of my own leaves. There was nothing but the 
blue sky above me and the waters on every side. 
It was very desolate.” 
After another long pause the little Snow-drop 
continued her story. 
“ A fine old castle stands close by the wood in 
my native valley, where lived a little blue-eyed 
girl like you, who loved Snow-drops very much ; 
