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"I am Barbara, and I am going into the forest," said she boldly. "Into the forest?" cried the watchman, "and in this storm? No, child; you will perish!" I AM BARBARA AND I AM GOING INTO THE FOREST SHE SAID BOLDLY INTO THE FOREST CRIED THE WATCHMAN AND IN THIS STORM NO CHILD YOU WILL PERISH
bara's cheek. It was the same little snowflake that had clung to her shawl an hour ago, when the wind came galloping along on his boisterous search. "Ah, no!" sighed Barbara in tears; "but what cares the prince for _me_?" "Do not speak so bitterly," said the little snowflake. "Go to the forest and you shall see him, for the prince always comes through the forest to the city." Despite the cold, and her bruises, and her tears, Barbara smiled. In the forest she could behold the prince coming on his way; and he would not see her, for she would hide among the trees and vines. "Whirr-r-r, whirr-r-r!" It was the mischievous, romping wind once more; and it fluttered Barbara's tattered shawl, and set her hair to streaming in every direction, and swept the snowflake from her cheek and sent it spinning through the air. Barbara trudged toward the forest. When she came to the city gate the watchman stopped her, and held his big lantern in her face, and asked her who she was and where she was going. HAVE YOU SEEN THE PRINCE INQUIRED A SNOWFLAKE ALIGHTING ON BARBARA'S CHEEK IT WAS THE SAME LITTLE SNOWFLAKE THAT HAD CLUNG TO HER SHAWL AN HOUR AGO WHEN THE WIND CAME GALLOPING ALONG ON HIS BOISTEROUS SEARCH AH NO SIGHED BARBAR IN TEARS BUT WHAT CARES THE PRINCE FOR ME DO NOT SPEAK SO BITTERLY SAID THE LITTLE SNOWFLAKE GO TO THE FOREST AND YOU SHALL SEE HIM FOR THE PRINCE ALWAYS COMES THROUGH THE FOREST TO THE CITY DESPITE THE COLD AND HER BRUISES AND HER TEARS BARBARA SMILED IN THE FOREST SHE COULD BEHOLD THE PRINCE COMING ON HIS WAY AND HE WOULD NOT SEE HER FOR SHE WOULD HIDE AMONG THE TREES AND VINES IT WAS THE MISCHIEVOUS ROMPING WIND ONCE MORE AND IT FLUTTERED BARBARA'S TATTERED SHAWL AND SET HER HAIR TO STREAMING IN EVERY DIRECTION AND SWEPT THE SNOWFLAKE FROM HER CHEEK AND SENT IT SPINNING THROUGH THE AIR BARBARA TRUDGED TOWARD THE FOREST WHEN SHE CAME TO THE CITY GATE THE WATCHMAN STOPPED HER AND HELD HIS BIG LANTERN IN HER FACE AND ASKED HER WHO SHE WAS AND WHERE SHE WAS GOING
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