CHAPTER XXIII.
THE DECEMBER DAY IS ALMOST THEIRS
“YES! I guess I’ll fix you up with a December day, all right,” answered the genial North Wind, in response to the entreaty of the children. For, shortly after their fight with the Clerk of the Weather, there came a gentle, warm breeze, which they felt sure must be the North Wind. And finding that this was so, Coppertop and Tibbs implored his aid in their long search for a December day.
“Oh, you dear!” exclaimed Coppertop, scarcely able to believe their good fortune; “the address is: ‘Chesney Grange, near Mount Dandenong, Australia,’” she added, lest the precious December day should go astray.
“The World,” added the North Wind, with a smile. “Bless you, I guess I know all Australia from Perth to Sydney, and Darwin to Hobart. I’ll send the December day along to this Australia of yours, direct by Sunbeam—that’s heaps faster than Marconi.”
“’Es, but I like marconi!” interrupted Kiddiwee, “with lots and lots of milk!”
“You mean macaroni, stupid!” corrected Tibbs.
“Whatever CAN we do to thank you?” cried Coppertop, beside herself with joy.
“Don’t thank me till you get it,” said the North Wind, with a decided American accent, due to the fact that he had often travelled over the United States. “And you don’t get it till you’ve paid the price!”