The Frosty Morning.
"Oh! this clear frosty morning! it makes one feel all life and glee. I declare I have been running about the garden till I am all of a glow; 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."