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Good Stories for Holidays by Frances Jenkins Olcott
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they will kill me. I pray you, good shepherds, tell
me where they may be found.''

Here the great January arose and went over to
the youngest of the Months, and, placing his wand
in his hand, said:--

``Brother March, do thou take the highest place.''

March obeyed, at the same time waving his wand
over the fire. Immediately the flames rose toward
the sky, the snow began to melt and the trees and
shrubs to bud. The grass became green, and from
between its blades peeped the pale primrose. It was
spring, and the meadows were blue with violets.

``Gather them quickly, Marouckla,'' said March.

Joyfully she hastened to pick the flowers, and
having soon a large bunch she thanked them
and ran home. Helen and the stepmother were
amazed at the sight of the flowers, the scent of
which filled the house.

``Where did you find them?'' asked Helen.

``Under the trees on the mountain-side,'' said
Marouckla.

Helen kept the flowers for herself and her
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