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Textual evidence #1: "'Ok, you may go outside and play,' announced their mother, 'but you must come inside if your toes go numb or if your fingers become wet,' she admonished," (1).

Textual evidence #2:

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Textual evidence #1:The mother glanced over where her children and playing in the snow and she was surprised it was no sign of labor.

Textual evidence #2:Mr.Lindsey led her up the steps of door he saw Matilde and Gordon looked into his face their eyes of tears that was froze before they run down their cheeks.

Textual evidence #3:The two molded and packed and perfected their snow-child for an hour and they went in the house to finish the finally touches

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textual evidence #1= It was a cold winter’s day, not the kind of cold with simply a chill in the air. The
day was filled with white skies, snow, and icicles in no hurry of leaving.

textual evidence #2=“Ok, you may go outside and play,” announced their mother, “but you must come
inside if your toes go numb or if your fingers become wet,”

textual evidence #3=a ball of snow hammered her square in the nose. A sting of
cold and of hurt and of ultimate rage spread across her face. Plunging her gloved hand into
the snow, she quickly grabbed as much as she could and made her own ball of revenge.

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Textual evidence #1= "His eyes brightened at the sight of his wife and children, although he
could not help uttering a word or two of surprise at finding the whole family outside on so
bleak a day, and after sunset, too".

Textual evidence #2= "Suddenly there came a breeze of the pure west wind sweeping through the
yard and rattling the house windows". "It sounded so wintry cold that the mother was
about to tap on the window pane to summon the two children in, when they both cried
out to her with one voice".

Textual evidence #3=" “That is all that is left!” she added, pointing to a pool of water in front of the stove".

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Textual evidence #1 “Let’s make snow an...,” started Matilda turning toward Gordon, but before she
could complete the suggestion, a ball of snow hammered her square in the nose. A sting of
cold and of hurt and of ultimate rage spread across her face. (3)

Textual evidence #2 And as for her dress, which was entirely white, and fluttering in the breeze, it
was something that no reasonable woman would put on a little girl when sending her
out to play in the depth of winter. (12)

Textual evidence #3 It was a cold winter’s day, not the kind of cold with simply a chill in the air. The
day was filled with white skies, snow, and icicles in no hurry of leaving. Two children,
Matilda and Gordon, suffered through their mom loading them down with thermals and
coats and gloves, and they made no complaints for fear that they would not be allowed to
roam the yard which had turned into a winter wonderland. (1)

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#1 “Mamma! mamma! We have finished our little snow-sister, and she is alive!”

#2 “Ok, you may go outside and play,” announced their mother, “but you must come
inside if your toes go numb or if your fingers become wet,” she admonished. With that, the children bounded out the door, skipping and jumping and twirling in the bright white fluff.

#3 “I know no more about the little girl than you do. Some neighbor's child, I suppose. Our children,” she added, laughing at herself for repeating so absurd a story, “insist
that she is nothing but a snow-image which they have made out of the snow.”

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Textual evidence #1: “Sure, that’s fine by me. I will make the bottom, and you start rolling up snow for
the head,” Gordon bossed. Matilda hated the way her brother always told her what to do.
Even though she was older by two years, Gordon was always the one in charge.

Textual evidence #2: “My darling mamma,” answered Matilda, looking seriously into her mother's
face,” surprised that she should need any further explanation, “I have told you truly who
she is. It is our little snow-image which Gordon and I have been making. Gordon will tell
you the same thing.”

Textual evidence #3: “Ok, you may go outside and play,” announced their mother, “but you must come
inside if your toes go numb or if your fingers become wet,” she admonished. With that, the
children bounded out the door, skipping and jumping and twirling in the bright white fluff.

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Text evidence 1

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text evidence #1:Suddenly there came a breeze of the pure west wind sweeping through the
yard and rattling the house windows. It sounded so wintry cold that the mother was
about to tap on the window pane to summon the two children in, when they both cried
out to her with one voice.
textual evidence #2:“Ok, you may go outside and play,” announced their mother, “but you must come
inside if your toes go numb or if your fingers become wet,” she admonished. With that, the
children bounded out the door, skipping and jumping and twirling in the bright white fluff.
textual evidence #3:Sad, sad and drooping looked the little white maiden as she stood on the rug, with
the hot blast of the stove striking through her like a pestilence. Once she threw a glance
toward the window, and caught a glimpse, through its red curtains, of the snow-covered
roofs and the stars glimmering frostily and all the delicious intensity of the cold night. The
bleak wind rattled the window panes as if it were summoning her to come forth. But there
stood the snow-child, drooping, before the hot stove!

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“Ok, you may go outside and play,” announced their mother, “but you must come inside if your toes go numb or if your fingers become wet,” she admonished.”

“It was a cold winter’s day, not the kind of cold with simply a chill in the air.”

“And as for her dress, which was entirely white, and fluttering in the breeze, it was something that no reasonable woman would put on a little girl when sending her out to play in the depth of winter.”

“She is so cold already that her hand has almost frozen mine, in spite of my thick gloves. Would you have her freeze to death?”

Once she threw a glance toward the window, and caught a glimpse, through its red curtains, of the snow-covered roofs and the stars glimmering frostily and all the delicious intensity of the cold night.

It looked just as if, while Matilda was shaping out the image, she had given it a gentle pat with her hand, and had neglected to smooth the impression quite away.