lindsey to be running about his garden in pursuit of a snow-drift, which the west-wind was driving hither and thither! at length, after a vast deal of trouble, he chased the little stranger into a corner, where she could not possibly escape him. his wife had been looking on, and, it being nearly twilight, was wonder-struck to observe how the snow-child gleamed and sparkled, and how she seemed to shed a glow all round about her; and when driven into the corner, she positively glistened like a star! it was a frosty kind of brightness, too, like that of an icicle in the moonlight. the wife thought it strange that good mr. lindsey should see nothing remarkable in the snow-child's appearance.