Excerpt: ...one another all over with handfuls of snow, Violet had a new idea. "Let us make an image out of snow," she said. "It shall be our little sister and shall run about and play with us all winter long!" "Oh, yes!" cried Peony. "And mother shall see it." "Yes," Violet answered. "Mother shall see the new little girl. But she must not make ...Read MoreExcerpt: ...one another all over with handfuls of snow, Violet had a new idea. "Let us make an image out of snow," she said. "It shall be our little sister and shall run about and play with us all winter long!" "Oh, yes!" cried Peony. "And mother shall see it." "Yes," Violet answered. "Mother shall see the new little girl. But she must not make her come into the warm parlor, for our little snow sister will not love the warmth." 166 So the children began this great business of making a snow image that should run about. Violet told Peony what to do, while with her own careful fingers she shaped all the nicer parts of the snow figure. It seemed, in fact, not so much to be made by the children as to grow up under their hands as they were playing and talking about it. Their mother, who was sitting at the window, watched them. The longer she looked, the more and more surprised she grew. "What remarkable children mine are!" she said to herself. "What other children could have made anything so like a little girl's figure out of snow at the first trial?" "Peony, Peony!" cried Violet to her brother, "bring me some of that fresh snow from the farthest corner where we have not been trampling. I want to make our little snow sister's dress with it. You know it must be white, just as it came out of the sky." "Here it is, Violet!" Peony said as he came floundering through the drifts. "Here is the snow for her dress. Oh, Violet, how beautiful she begins to look!" "Yes," Violet said thoughtfully and quietly, "our snow sister does look very lovely. I did not know, Peony, that we could make such a sweet little girl 167 as this. Now bring me those light wreaths of snow from the lower branches of the pear tree. You can climb up on a snowdrift and reach them. I must have them to make some curls for our little snow sister's head." "Here they are, Violet," answered the little boy. "Take care you do not break them. Oh, how pretty!" "We must have some shining little bits of ice to make...Read Less
This item is printed on demand. Carolyn Sherwin Bailey (1875-1961) was an American children[s author. She was born in Hoosick Falls, New York and attended Teachers College, Columbia University, from which she graduated in 1896. She contributed to the Lad.
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