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Updated: May 26, 2025
You got to thank her, Jake." Jake! Jake! The girl awakened to full understanding now. Jake what Jake? She looked, then stumbled forward with a cry. "Jake it was my Jake!" she faltered. The mine-boss caught her in his arms. "You, Jenny! It's you that's saved me!" Suddenly there was a rumble as of thunder, and a cloud of dust and stone rose from the Snowdrop Mine.
Her dress was a pearl white alpaca, with no trimming, save tulle ruchings at throat and wrists, and a few violets fastened in the cameo Psyche that constituted her brooch. Pure, pale, almost sad, she looked in that brilliant drawing-room like some fragile snowdrop, astray in a bed of gorgeous peonies and poppies. Lifting her eyes to her host, as he leaned over the back of her sofa, Mrs.
Side by side against the wall there were seven little beds, covered with snow-white counterpanes. Snowdrop felt so hungry and so thirsty that she ate a bit of bread and a little porridge from each plate, and drank a drop of wine out of each tumbler.
Peter says he can't; but then he's old and deaf, and he says he never thought of listening when he was young." "What made you think of it?" "Nothing; it just came. I seem to have known about the flower fairies all my life. I miss them so in the winter, when they all go away under the ground to their winter palace, and I am always so happy when I see the first snowdrop come.
Alice looked up at him with grave respect. "Tush!" said Maltravers; "perhaps the smoke is unpleasant to you. It is a bad habit of mine." "No, sir," answered Alice; and she seemed disappointed. Maltravers paused, and picked up a snowdrop. "It is pretty," he said; "do you love flowers?" "Oh, dearly," answered Alice, with some enthusiasm; "I never saw many till I came here."
When the bargain was struck, the dame said, "Now let me dress your hair properly for once." Poor Snowdrop took no heed, and let the old woman begin; but the comb had scarcely touched her hair before the poison worked, and she fell down senseless. "Paragon of beauty!" said the wicked woman, "all is over with thee now," and went away.
We gave to this our untimely welcome long before the snowdrop came, and the golden name of daffodil has lost its vernal sound. And when we part with the improved creature, lofty and enlarged, we hardly know or care whether the starveling is yet mustering in hollows of woodlands, or whether it is over or to come.
Next morning the sun shone in upon the little flattened Snowdrop, that looked as if it had been painted upon the floor. The servant girl, who was sweeping out the room, picked it up, and laid it in one of the books which were upon the table, in the belief that it must have fallen out while the room was being arranged.
Then he called the others, who turned their little lamps full on the bed, and when they saw Snowdrop lying there they nearly fell down with surprise. 'Goodness gracious! they cried, 'what a beautiful child! And they were so enchanted by her beauty that they did not wake her, but let her sleep on in the little bed.
In a few months she'd fallen into a decline, and though, just at that time, she met a dashing young chauffeur, who took a fancy to her pretty, pale face, even love wasn't strong enough to save her. The chauffeur, poor fellow, thought there was no flower in the garden of girls as sweet as his white snowdrop.
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