Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · New York : Scribner · leaf 368
HREE GIFTS. 347 pounce upon one, or an owl swoop down and snatchup some rambler. In the cold season, of course,their burrows are deep in snow ; but then the littlefellows arc taking their long winter sleep, andneither know nor care what the weather may be. An Indian will eat a cony,—if he can catch… … THE VICTORY. By Bessie Hill. Why, heres a blossom! My, how queer! Is nt it cold, little Flower, out here ? I sliould think you d be most frozen, dear! y\nd yet you look as fresh and gay As if it were a summers day. Lets run a race with the cold, this way: We II stay as long as we can and rest…
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