and there you sit by the fire, Emma, looking quite dull. Come with me,
and I will show you how the little pond is frozen over."

"No,--it is so cold, I do not like to go."

"Oh! put on your bonnet, and tie your shawl round your neck, and,
believe me, you will be warm enough."

"No, I will not go, and so you need not teaze me any more."

"O! _I_ will go with you, brother Edwin; _I_ am not cold."

"Yes, do, there's a dear little Ellen, and I will show you the long
icicles which hang on the front of the arbor; and let us just run to the
field, as I want you to see the hoar frost on the grass, and to feel it
crisp under your feet. Is it not a lovely morning, sister Ellen?"

"It is indeed, dear brother."



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[Illustration: The White Rabbit.]


Susan's White Rabbit.