They passed along through the garden, and everywhere Miss Sunshine went it looked brighter. She smiled down on Tina, and Tina blushed with pleasure.
They went on into the house, and came to a curtained doorway. As they drew near, Tina heard music that sounded like the wind blowing over harp-strings. It had a wild, sweet, wailing sound, that almost made Tina cry. She pushed aside the curtain and went into the room. A boy was playing on a violoncello, and on the floor sat the dearest little child, all in white.
“That must be Snow-drop,” thought Tina, “and she does look like one.”
“What are you playing?” she asked the boy.
“Don’t you hear?” he replied. “It is the Wind’s Song.”
“I knew it sounded like the wind,” said Tina.
“Sit down and listen,” said he.
Tina sat down, and it seemed to her that the wind was speaking, and this was what it said:
“Up and away, where the leaves are at play,
Or where on the rocks the waves dash their spray;