"I hope you don't mind if I send you a name for Misty's baby. I think 'Windy' would be nice."
"By ginger!" Grandpa exclaimed. "That's uncommon purty. Let's have another, Idy."
Mr. Conant took pencil and paper out of his pocket and wrote down Windy with a checkmark after it.
"This one is to Misty herself," Grandma went on. "Why, it's a regular baby card, and it says, Congratulations to you and the new little bundle of joy."
"Turn it over, Grandma, there's a note on the back," Maureen said.
"So there is! Listen:
"Dear little Misty,
"I've heard so much about you I feel like I know you. I love horses and I was worried about you during the storm. You have a wonderful master and mistress to bring you into the kitchen.
"You should name your filly 'Misty's Little Storm Cloud.'
Isn't that beautiful, folks?"