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The first snowdrop blossomed in my window-boxes this morning. Its / small, white face looked so timid as it stared at me out of the fog. I / felt almost sorry for its loneliness, only that I admired it so much / for its bravery. It must need some courage to be the first flower of / the year -- a pioneer into unknown kingdoms. I know so many people who / would sooner lie abed than be the first to get up on such a morning as / this.
I found it for myself, but knew well I was not the first to discover / it. Moxon was waiting about in the room when I came down to breakfast, / doing nothing in that feverishly-occupied way which betokens subterfuge / of some kind or another. I could see quite plainly what he was up to / and, in such cases as these, I hate to disappoint people. He wanted me / to draw his attention to the snowdrop, since, for his dignity's sake, / he could not be supposed to have seen it himself. Now, to have taken no / notice of it would have been cruel, yet I was sorely tempted to it. I / wanted to observe to what straits of ingenuity he would be put before / dire necessity compelled him to leave the room.