Singing my wild song, now low, now high,
Through key-holes, down chimneys, round corners go I.
Whe-e-e-e-ew!”
“How do you like it?” said Eolus.
“Very much,” Tina replied. “Won’t you please play something else?”
He did so; and all the time he was playing Tina thought of trickling water, lovely flowers, and moonlight.
“That was lovely,” she said, sighing, when he had finished.
“I think so, too,” said Snow-drop. “Come, take me to the dear Sunshine. I am tired.”
“You look pale,” said Tina; and taking her by the hand, she led her out doors. The others were running hither and thither, their bright dresses making them look like bunches of flowers at a little distance.