What the wind did

by Amy Le Feuvre

"Greta, don't you know that I shall never be happy without you there?"

Greta was silent; but a pink flush stole over her cheeks. He went on in a nervous, hurried tone—

"Do you remember our story long ago; how the little sprite made peace between mother and son? Do you remember the end of the story?"

Greta looked out of the window as she answered—

"She went back to the buttercups, did she not?"

"That was your ending, not mine."

"I think it was a very nice ending."

"But not the fact."

Silence again, broken by such earnest pleading that Rufus gained the day, and with a simple, childlike grace, Greta looked up and placed her hand in his.

"And now take me to your mother."