“I was only saying ‘How-do-you-do!’” laughed the mighty voice of the South Wind. “Won’t you shake hands?”
But Tibbs had had enough.
“You have no manners,” continued the South Wind, “although you are so big. What has She-of-the-sunset-hair to say?”
“That’s you, Cece,” said Kiddiwee, giving her a nudge.
“Oh, we’re very sorry you think us rude,” stammered Coppertop, colouring.
“What is your name?” asked the South Wind.
“It’s Anagusta Celia Sinclair, thank you.”
“Don’t thank me, Anagusta.”
“Oh, please don’t call me Anagusta! I hate it!” cried Coppertop, quite forgetting to whom she was speaking.
“Softly, softly!” chuckled the South Wind, in quite a gentle-breeze mood. “If you get so hot, you’ll melt my Palace. Why have you honoured me with this visit?” he asked.