What to read after Woodland Tales?

Show Excerpt me." And she sank down, a limp white form, on the leafy ground. El Sol was wild with grief. He tried to revive her, to bring her back. She only whispered, "Good-bye, my love. I am going fast. You will see me no more, but come to this place a year from now. It may be Maka Ina will be kind, and will send you a little one that is yours and mine." Her white body melted away, as he bent over it and wept. He came back every morning, but saw Snowroba no more. One year from that day, as he lingered sadly over the sacred spot, he saw a new and wonderful flower come forth. Its bloom was of the tenderest violet blue, and it was full of expression. As he gazed, he saw those eyes again; the scalding tears dropped from his eyes, and burned its leaves into a blotched and brownish colour. He remembered, and understood her promise now. He knew that this was their blue-eyed little one. In the early springtime we can see it. Three sunny days on the edge of the snowdrift will bring it f