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The flowers were still asleep. They would not awake until the sun had smiled

               lovingly upon them. I was a very happy little child with rosy cheeks, and large
               blue eyes, and the most beautiful golden ringlets you can imagine. The fresh
               morning air blew gently in my face, as if to welcome me, and be my merry
               playmate, and the sun looked at me with a warm and tender smile. I clapped my
               chubby hands for joy when I saw that the rosebushes were covered with lovely
               buds. Some were red, some white, and others were delicate pink, and they were
               peeping out from between the green leaves like beautiful little fairies. I had
               never seen anything so lovely before, for I was very young and I could not
               remember how pretty the roses had been the summer before. My little heart was
               filled with a sweet joy, and I danced around the rosebushes to show my delight.
               After a while I went very near to a beautiful white rosebush which was
               completely covered with buds and sparkling with dewdrops; I bent down one of
               the branches with a lovely pure white bud upon it, and kissed it softly many
               times; just then I felt two loving arms steal gently around me, and loving lips
               kissing my eyelids, my cheeks, and my mouth, until I began to think it was
               raining kisses; and at last I opened my eyes to see what it all meant, and found it

               was my precious mother, who was bending over me, trying to kiss me awake. Do
               you like my day-dream? If you do, perhaps I will dream again for you some
               time.




               Teacher and all of your friends send you their love. I shall be so glad when you
               come home, for I greatly miss you. Please give my love to your good Greek

               friends, and tell them that I shall come to Athens some day.




               Lovingly your little friend and playmate, HELEN A. KELLER.





               “The Frost Fairies” and “The Frost Kings” are given in full, as the differences
               are as important as the resemblances: The Frost Fairies [From “Birdie and his
               Fairy Friends”] by Margaret T. Canby





               King Frost, or Jack Frost as he is sometimes called, lives in a cold country far to
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