10 STORIES OF EARTH AND SKY 



animals are as friendly as they can be. So now, 

 give me a nice little kiss on the ear, and as a great 

 treat you shall sleep on my bed in a nest made of 

 the afghan. Come, jump up, I hear mother on the 

 stairs and she won't kiss us good-night, you know, 

 unless we are quite in bed." 



"The Winds of Night, the Winds of Night; 

 let us in for we are cold," wailed the voices out- 

 side the window, where the sleety snow coated the 

 panes. 



" Is that you, Kabibonokka ? " whispered Anne, 

 as she drew the eider-down quilt up to her chin. 

 " What business has the north wind here when it 

 ought to be spring ? Mother has bought all her 

 flower seeds and Obi would have made the hot-bed 

 for them yesterday if you hadn't brought this snow 

 back to bury everything. How do things get so 

 mixed? What made you come back? Last week 

 I saw a bee in the violet frame. I wonder if he 

 expected to find the Flower Market open, and what 

 became of the message he was carrying ? Perhaps 

 it froze ! Do you think a message could freeze, 

 Kabibonokka? And I wonder what has become 

 of Heart of Nature now that all his garden is dead 

 and buried. Perhaps he has gone, to sleep the 

 winter sleep, like the Woodchuck." 



