You can do nice, funny things with bellows.
I've tried.
But Dick didn't like me to blow down his neck; and Teddie got quite cross when I sent a puff of wind into his ear and woke him up. He needn't have thrown the footstool at me, need he?
I went out of the schoolroom after that, and such a nice thought came into my head.
I would be a wind-fairy.
I would be a naughty wind-fairy first, and go and blow everything out of its place—all untidy and crooked; and then I could change, and be a good wind-fairy, and go and blow all the things straight again.
So I went into all the rooms.
It was funny!
I blew the antimacassars on to the floor, and the visiting-cards out of the china-plate.
That was in the drawing-room.