THE SNOW
One morning in winter Grace heard her mother calling her.
"Come here, Grace! Come here, and look out of the window."
Grace ran to the window and looked out. What do you think she saw?
The snow was falling.
The ground was white with snow.
"Oh, mother," said Grace, "how pretty it is! Everything is white with snow.
Where does the snow come from?"
"It falls from the clouds," said her mother. "In summer the clouds bring rain. In winter they bring snow."
At school the boys and girls were glad.
"It snows! It snows!" they said.
"Now we shall have a fine time.
We can make snowballs.
We can ride on our sleds.
We can play in the snow."
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