THE DANDELION 229 



South Wind loved her. 



Every day he looked upon her. 



But he was too fat and lazy to go to her. 



So he only sighed and looked. 



One morning her beautiful yellow hair was 

 white. 



It looked as if it were covered with snow- 

 flakes. 



"North Wind," he said. 



" You have stolen the maiden from me. 



" I saw the touch of your hand on her 

 head." 



He sighed, and sighed again. 



Then the air seemed full of snowflakes. 



The maiden with hair like sunshine was gone 

 forever. 



Poor, poor South Wind ! 



It was no woman that you looked at. 



It was no maiden that you sighed for. 



It was the dandelion ! 



Adapted from Hiawatha. 



