lent daughter eradicated.

Elizabeth Peabody says we are all free to look out of each other's
windows; and so I place mine at the service of all who care to see what
its tiny panes command.

MAUD LINDSAY.

LIST OF STORIES

The Wind's Work

Mrs. Tabby Gray

Fleet Wing and Sweet Voice

The Little Girl with the Light

The Little Gray Pony

How the Home Was Built

The Little Traveler

The Open Gate

Inside the Garden Gate

The Journey

Giant Energy and Fairy Skill

The Search for a Good Child

The Closing Door

The Minstrel's Song

Dust Under the Rug

The Story of Gretchen

The King's Birthday

_THE WIND'S WORK_

MOTTO FOR THE MOTHER

_Power invisible that God reveals,
The child within all nature feels,
Like the great wind that unseen goes,
Yet helps the world's work as it blows_.

One morning Jan waked up very early, and the first thing he saw when he
opened his eyes was his great kite in the corner. His big brother had
made it for him; and it had a smiling face, and a long tail that reached
from the bed to the fireplace. It did not smile at Jan that morning
though, but looked very sorrowful and seemed to say "Why was I made? Not
to stand in a corner, I hope!" for it had been finished for two whole
days and not a breeze had blown to carry it up like a bird in the air.

Jan jumped out of bed, dressed himself, and ran to the door to see if
the windmill on the hill was at work; for he hoped that the wind had
come in the night. But the mill was silent and its arms stood still. Not
even a leaf turned over in the yard.

The windmill stood on a high hill where all the people could see it, and
when its long arms went whirling around every one knew that there was
no danger of being hungry, for then the Miller was busy from morn to
night grinding the grain that the farmers brought him.

When Jan looked out, however, the Miller had nothing to do, and was
standing in his doorway, watching the clouds, and saying to himself
(though Jan could not hear him):--

"_Oh! how I wish the wind would blow
So that my windmill's sails might go,
To turn my heavy millstones round!
For corn and wheat must both be ground,
And how to grind I do not know
Unless the merry wind will blow_."

He sighed as he spoke, for he looked down in the village, and saw the
Baker in neat cap and apron, standing idle too.

The Baker's ovens were cold, and his trays