ANNA wakened one morning to find that the frost fairies had been at work making pictures on the window in her room. There were roads with beautiful fir trees on either side, a little house, and ever so many brownies running and rolling in the snow.
When she reached the sitting-room downstairs, she looked at the windows there. The fairies had done their work there, too.
"Oh, mamma," said Anna, "how did the fairies put these pretty frost pictures on the window? See, there is a hill in this one with many trees, and here is another with beautiful ferns and the finest lace work!"
"We will talk about these pictures," said mamma, "and then, maybe, you can be a frost fairy yourself. Those pictures were made from the vapor in the room."
"Where does the. vapor come from, mamma?" asked Anna.
"Some comes from our breath, and some from