They sail past the big, brown windmill. They see its arms go slowly round. It makes pretty shadows on the water in the canal.
They see the willow trees bending down to look in the water. And they hear the little birds singing their goodnight songs.
The sun sinks down, down. The sky is all red and yellow and orange. The purple shadows begin to fall. Night is coming—and here they are at home again!
BRAM’S LITTLE SISTER
Bram has a little sister. She is a dear little baby. She has round red cheeks. She has curly yellow hair. She has big blue eyes. Her name is Annetka.
