Where Town and Country Meet 



again you can hear him telling his good 

 news in the next town. 



April brings another voice to my win 

 dow a feminine voice now, with the child- 

 tone still lingering in it. No wind in all 

 the calendar is quite so soft as the April 

 wind when it is soft. But it has a queru 

 lous tone sometimes, and comes beating the 

 window as with impatient child-hands. It 

 is a moody wind, with all the changeable- 

 ness of a child's temperament. It can cry 

 and it can laugh; and there is nothing 

 sweeter or more delicious in all the gamut 

 of nature-sounds than the rustling laughter 

 of an April wind among the first tender 

 green leaves. Once listen with all your soul 

 to its laughing or its crying, and you can 

 never mistake the voice of the wind that 

 blows in the month of showers. 



May and June have the same sweet, con 

 stant, gentle, unvarying winds feminine 

 voices, but no longer childish, querulous, 

 nor uncertain; voices that hint of the ripe 

 ness, the poise, and stability of womanhood. 

 These winds make low, even sounds about 

 your casement, and in the trees, and over 

 the grass, all day long. They express na- 

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