ened too.
Then old Tom pulled him gently through the wide swinging doors
And led him down the alley.
Past the stables with other horses,
Past the grooms and stable boys,
Down the alley he knew so well
Went the old horse for the last time.
For he never came back again.
They had no need of him; they liked their auto better!
Down the alley he slowly went
And as he turned into the street below
One last long look he gave to the stable at the end,
One last long look at his mistress dear with the baby in her arms,
One last long look at the little boy waving and
calling: "Goodbye, goodbye".
One last long look, and then he was gone!

Once the barn was full of hay:
Now 'tis there no more.
I wonder why the hay has left the barn?

THE WIND

This story is composed entirely of observations on the wind dictated by
a six-year-old and a seven-year-old class. Every phrase (except the one
word "toss") is theirs. The ordering only is mine.

THE WIND

In the summer-time the wind goes like breathing,
But in a winter storm it growls and roars.

[Illustration]

Sometimes the wind goes oo-oo-oo-oo-oo! It sounds like water running. It
makes a singing sound. It blows through the grass. It blows against the
tree and the tree bows over and bends way down. It whistles in the
leaves and makes a rustling sound. The tree shakes, the branches and
leaves all rustle. The wind knocks the leaves off the trees and tosses
them up in the air. Then it blows them straight in to the window and
drags them around on the floor. It makes the leaves whirl and twirl.

And sometimes the wind is frisky. It whisks around the corners. It comes
blowing down the street. It blows the papers round and round on the
ground. It tears them and rares them, then up, it takes them sailing. It
sweeps around the house, blowing and puffing. It blows the wash up. It
blows the chickens off the trees. It makes the nuts come rattling down.
It turns the windmill and makes the fire burn. It blows out the matches,
it blows out the candles, it blows out the gas lights. It hits the
people on the street. Some it keeps back from walking and some it
pushes forward. It unbuttons the coat of a little girl, it unbuttons her
leggings too and the little girl feels all chilly in the frisky wind. It
blows up her skirt. It pulls off her hat and blows thr