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Illustrated classic fairy tales for children by Andrew Lang

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her, and teaching her songs or playing with her. Nobody knew how clever she was ! She noticed everything, and could learn a lesson in a moment. Anyone would have taken her for thirteen at least! And, besides all that, she was so good and obedient; and so pretty, too ! Her skin was as white as snow, her eyes were as blue as forget-me-nots, and her hair was long and golden. Only her cheeks had no colour in them, but were as fair as her forehead.
So the winter went on, till at last the spring sun mounted higher in the heavens and began to warm the earth. The grass grew green in the fields, and high in the air the larks were heard singing. The village girls met and danced in a ring, singing, ' Beautiful spring, how came you here? How came you here? Did you come on a plough, or was it a harrow? ' Only Snowflake sat quite still by the window of the cottage.
'What is the matter, dear child?' asked Marie. ' Why are you so sad ? Are you ill ? or have they treated you unkindly?'
'No,' replied Snowflake, 'it is nothing, mother; no one has hurt me: I am well.'
The spring sun had chased away the last snow from its hiding place under the hedges; the fields were full of flowers; nightingales sang in the trees, and all the world was gay. But the gayer grew the birds and the flowers the sadder became Snowflake. She hid herself from her playmates, and curled herself up where the shadows were deepest, like a lily amongst its leaves. Her only pleasure was to lie amid the green willows near some sparkling stream. At the dawn and at twilight only she seemed happy. When a great storm broke, and the earth was white with hail, she became bright and joyous as the Snowflake of old; but when the clouds passed, and the hail melted beneath the sun, Snowflake would burst into tears and weep as a sister would weep over her brother.
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