THE SOLAR WAVE.
What a warm day it was! The sun beat down till everything was baking hot out of doors, and indoors it was nearly as bad.
Tina wandered about, up-stairs and down, and finally opened the parlor door.
“This is the coolest place yet,” she said. The shutters were closed, so the hot sun did not find its way in there. There was an odor of new matting and fresh flowers.
Tina picked up a fan that was lying on the table, threw herself down on the sofa, and began fanning herself.
“My, how warm I am!” she said. “I believe it’s just the hottest day that ever was. Maria said you could bake bread on the roof.”
She kept on fanning herself, once in a while opening and shutting the fan, which was quite a pretty one, and Tina found herself counting the slats and looking at the decorations on them, till suddenly a little face appeared, peeping at her from the center slat of the fan, and as the fan waved back and forth, the little white face seemed to be bowing and bowing.
“I wonder where that little girl came from?” thought Tina; “she wasn’t here a minute ago.”
“Yes, I was,” said a voice, “only you didn’t see me. I was folded up in the fan, and when you waved the fan, I came out with the breeze.”
“That’s queer,” said Tina.