LITTLE MISS SNOW BUNTING 
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you sing about the snow in the cold, cold 
winter time?” he asked. ‘‘You were never 
here in the winter time, were you?” 
‘‘No, I am too young for that,” smiled Miss 
Snow Bunting ,‘‘but my mother has lived here 
for several winters and she learned the song 
so she could teach it to me.” 
“You won’t stay here all winter, will you?” 
asked Tommie, opening his eyes wide. 
“Indeed I shall,” said Miss Snow Bunting, 
bobbing her head vigorously. “Mother says 
it’s the best time of all the year.” 
“I’d like to know what’s nice about all ice 
and snow and no sun and cold, cold all the 
time,” said Tommie in a mean way. “That’s 
just the way it is, for I heard Mrs. Fox telling 
little White Fox about it one day when they 
didn’t know I was about.” 
“Oh! but that isn’t all,” said Miss Snow 
Bunting very mysteriously. “There’s God’s 
moving pictures!” She whispered it so awe¬ 
somely that all the young folks sat quiet and 
wanted her to tell them more about it. “I 
don’t know much about it,” she whispered, 
