Annie went to the window, and at first could see nothing but some beautiful frostwork on it.
Soon, however, the panes seemed to swarm with little folks.
Their wings were as white as snow, and sparkled with ice jewels.
"Oh," CRIed Annie, "this is the prettiest sight I ever saw. What is your name, darling?"
she asked one that wore a crown of snow roses.
The little voice that replied was so sharp and fine that Annie thought it seemed like a needle point of sound, and she began to laugh.
"Fine Frost is our family name," it said.
I have a first name of my own, but I shall not tell you what it is, for you are so impolite as to laugh at me.
"I beg your pardon, dear," said Annie; I could not help it.
I will not laugh at you any more if you will tell me how you came here.
I have been talking with one of your brothers over there in the basin.
The little sprite then folded her wings in a dignified manner, and said, I will tell you all I know about it, since you promise to be polite.
It is a very short story, however.
Last evening we all escaped from the glass basin, as you have seen our companions do this morning.
Oh, how light and free we felt!
But we were so very delicate and thin that no one saw us as we flew about in the air of the room.
After a while I flew with these others to this window,
and, as we alighted on the glass, the cold changed us from water sprites into sprites of the Fine Frost family.