152 FEBRUARY 



So the water dust slipped down to them. 



But in the morning the sun came again. 



And the dew was glad to become water dust 

 again. 



It was glad to travel once more on the sun- 

 beams. 



But at noon it was very tired. 



It had gone too far even to see the dear green 

 grass. 



But just then the wind took pity on it. 



He fanned it with a breath into a gray cloud. 



After this he blew cold again. 



The little grains of water dust huddled to- 

 gether. 



They grew larger and larger. 



Patter ! Clatter ! Spatter ! they said. 



At last they came to the ground again. 



And all the people said : 



" See how it rains ! " 



mountain flowed splashed blades 

 heaven 



Some of the drops fell into a mountain stream. 

 They clattered over the stones. 

 At last they reached the flour mill. 

 It was Jerry's mill. 



