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His wife had been looking on, and, it being nearly twilight, was wonder-struck to observe how the snow-child gleamed and sparkled, and how she seemed to shed a glow all round about her; and when driven into the corner, she positively glistened like a star! It was a frosty kind of brightness, too, like that of an icicle in the moonlight. The wife thought it strange that good Mr.
"Husband! dear husband!" said his wife, in a low voice, for she had been looking narrowly at the snow-child, and was more perplexed than ever, "there is something very singular in all this. You will think me foolish, but but may it not be that some invisible angel has been attracted by the simplicity and good faith with which our children set about their undertaking?
"Of course you don't, you blessed little snow-child!" the laugh struck rudely on Nancy's discomfort "why should you; why should any one in this this factory where we've all been cut in the same shape? We're all going to be let out of here to to be married! They've never taken me in." "Oh, Joan!" Nancy looked about nervously.
'What is it? cried Ivan, crossing himself. 'Am I mad, or is the thing bewitched? The snow-child bent its head as if it had been really alive. It moved its little arms and its little legs in the snow that lay about it just as the living children did theirs. 'Ah! And the loose snow fell away from Snowflake as an egg shell does from an egg, and it was a little girl whom Marie held in her arms.
"Forgive me, snow-child," she whispered, going close to Nancy. "I'm a beast. Isn't it queer to be conscious, now and then, of the beast in you?" "Please don't, Joan, dear. Please don't talk and act so." Nancy's eyes were blinded by tears. "Very well, then, I will be good."
His wife had been looking on, and, it being nearly twilight, was wonderstruck to observe how the snow-child gleamed and sparkled, and how she seemed to shed a glow all round about her; and when driven into the corner, she positively glistened like a star! It was a frosty kind of brightness, too like that of an icicle in the moonlight. The wife thought it strange that good Mr.
Of course every girl had this ideal in her brain, but she was not supposed to express it except vicariously in the charm-lure. "It's all right, this marrying," Joan went calmly on. "I want to myself, some day, it's splendid and all that but something in me wants to fly about alone first." "You're silly, Joan." "I suppose I am, snow-child.
The bleak wind rattled the window-panes, as if it were summoning her to come forth. But there stood the snow-child, drooping, before the hot stove! But the common-sensible man saw nothing amiss. "Come, wife," said he, "let her have a pair of thick stockings and a woollen shawl or blanket directly; and tell Dora to give her some warm supper as soon as the milk boils.
Nancy came from the loom and crouched by Joan. "Snow-child, again forgive me!" Joan bent and drew Nancy's fair head to her knee. "But oh! I am so so utterly lost." "Joan, what is it? What is the matter?" "I don't know, Nan." Joan was looking into the fire seeking; seeking. "Things that quiet you and Aunt Dorrie just drive me on to the rocks.
The common-sensible man placed the snow-child on the hearth-rug, right in front of the hissing and fuming stove. "Now she will be comfortable!" cried Mr. Lindsey, rubbing his hands and looking about him, with the pleasantest smile you ever saw. "Make yourself at home, my child."
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