Tina got up and ran along the road following the little cloud, which seemed to be a few yards ahead of her.
They presently came to the edge of a wood. The cloud suddenly disappeared, and Tina followed a path that led into the wood. The snow had all disappeared, and she saw ahead of her a little spring bubbling out of a rock, and gurgling along till it ran off a little happy brook.
When she reached the spring she saw, seated on a rock near by, a beautiful little creature in soft fleecy white, that floated about her like a cloud. She wore a scarf that looked like a rainbow; stars twinkled in her hair, and in her hands she held a bow like a new moon.
“You certainly must have come from the clouds,” said Tina, “for I never saw anything like you before.”
“Yes,” said she, “I did come from Cloud Country, and I am going to take you back with me. I am one of the little clouds, and my name is ‘Fleecy.’”
“I shall like to go with you,” said Tina. “You are so lovely.”
Fleecy smiled, and, tying one end of her scarf around Tina’s waist, she kissed her cheek, and they rose up in the air.
It was delightful.
Tina felt herself wafted along, and felt as if she could float that way forever.
Up, up they went, till trees looked like bushes, and people like ants, and then they entered the gates of Cloud Country.