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soon as lie told your mamma all these strange 
names, he threw down the remnant of my little 
sister, and I saw him a moment after break off a 
bright yellow Crocus and pull that to pieces. 
“ I see one at this moment trying to burst 
through the snow. If you will lift that large flake 
you will relieve my friend, and I do not doubt that 
she will tell you her history if you wish to know it. 
I will now enjoy with my companions the warm 
rays of the brilliant sun, and think of my own 
home where it is warmer still, and of my own 
sweet river that sings to the flowers as it rushes 
past them. 
“ I hope my dear brother is there still, and think¬ 
ing of me. Who knows that some one may not 
chance to bring him here ? Then I should be too 
happy, and I would call this my home, and I would 
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