The Lady of Snow. 2215

Again the voice said: ‘Thank you for the
shawl,” and then the child started back in astonish-
ment, for the words had come from the cranberry
lips of the Snow-Lady.

“Why, Lady, Lady,” she stammered when
she was able to speak at all, “I never knew before
that snow-people could speak.”

‘““Snow-men can’t,” said the Lady, ‘and ’t is
snow-men that children usually make, but you,
little girl, have made a snow-woman, and women
always talk more than men.”

“Why, yes,” said Eleanor, “I have often
heard my Papa say that.”

She was delighted with her new friend and
spent the entire day with her. It had grown
warmer, and the heat seemed to affect the Snow-
Lady, for as the day wore on, she became greatly
depressed. When at last night came, and Mamma
called her to come in, Eleanor put her arms about
the Lady and kissed her affectionately on her red lips.

‘“Good-night, I will come to you to-morrow,”
she whispered, but the Lady gave her a tender,
melting look, and said sadly: