hs of flowers, and numbers of birds, and bright butterflies!
O, and look at those angels, flying with white wings spread, and below
them there is a lovely lake! Look, Susan, do you see what I mean?"

"I don't see that so plain," replied Susan; "but I see a pretty
cottage just there, in the corner of this pane."

"O, yes!" said Mary; "and look, there is a high mountain behind it,
and a forest of tall fir-trees growing all up the sides, and there is
a river running along before it, with pretty flowers like stars on
its banks. O, and little fairies dancing among them! Now it all
sparkles like diamonds and rubies! Beautiful, beautiful!" cried Mary,
jumping out of bed. The sun had just risen, and his beams, tinged with
red, shone on little Mary's frosted window, and gave it this beautiful
appearance.

"But it is much too cold to stand looking at it, dear," said Susan;
"make haste, and let us get you down to the warm parlor fire."

Splash went Mary into her bath, and made all the haste possible; and
while she was dressing, the window was a continual pleasure; for as
the sun shone on the glass, small portions of the frost-work melted
away, and let the bright rays shine through; and first these clear
spots looked like little shining stars on the fairies' foreheads; then
like stars in the sky; then they changed into pretty ponds in a wood;
then into lakes with rocky banks; the angels seemed to fly farther
away; the wreath of flowers took different forms; the fairies danced
off with the birds and butterflies; and at last, just as the largest
lake had become so large that Mary thought it must be the sea, it was
time to go down stairs.

The parlor looked so very comfortable and felt so warm. There was a
bright fire; Bouncer was stretched on the rug; the kettle boiled on
the hob; breakfast was laid; the sun shone in at the lattice window.
And now Mary, looking out into the garden, remembered what Susan had
said about the trees, for they did indeed look beautiful. Every branch
and every twig was incrusted over with crystals of white frost; they
no longer appeared like common trees; no wood was to be seen; they
seemed to have been changed by some fairy in the night into silver,
and sprinkled with diamonds. The laurels and other evergreens had all
their leaves covered and fringed round the edges with the same
silvery, sparkling frost-work. The ivy-leaves near the window looked
the best of all; their dark green color seemed to make