“Our house is strong, isn’t it? It would take a pretty hard wind to start it, don’t you think so?” inquired Willie.
“Yes, this house is firm enough,” replied Henry; “we don’t feel the wind here at all, to speak of. Now you keep still a few minutes, Willie, and I’ll see if I can’t write you a little song about the wind.”
“Oh, do! do! that’s just what I should like,” exclaimed Willie.
Henry occasionally amused himself by writing rhymes, for which exercise he had quite a knack. So he took his slate, and was soon deeply engaged in his “song,” while Willie amused himself with some little experiments on the power of wind—setting a piece of wood up on end, and then trying to blow it over. In a little while, Henry finished his lines, and read them aloud. They were as follows:
“TO THE WIND.
“Blow, wind, blow!
Over the ice and over the snow,
Blow—blow—blow!
Rattle the windows and shake the doors,
Whistle down chimney, and creep up through the floors;