“Do you hear the snow
against the window-panes, Kitty? How nice and soft it sounds! Just as if someone
was kissing the window all over outside. I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it
kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white
quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes
again.” And when they wake up in the summer, Kitty, they dress themselves all
in green, and dance about whenever the wind blows – oh, that’s very pretty!’
cried Alice, dropping the ball of worsted to clap her hands. ‘And I do so wish it was true! I’m sure the woods
look sleepy in autumm, when the leaves are getting brown.’
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