hen they shivered, and tossed, and shook,
And the aspen leaves turned white!

O, how I wish I were you, wild Wind!
_Then_ I'd have fun enough,
For nobody ever forbids _your_ games
Or says they are rude and rough!

I'd whirl the clouds to the end of the skies,
And the ships as fast and far;
And I'd set the whole big world in a dance
And blow out every star!

I'd rock the houses and toss the trees.
How frightened the folks would be!
But the children and birds would know quite well
There was nothing to fear from me.

There would be no punishment-time to dread
At the end of this delight;
For they'd only say when the morning came:
"What a gale we had last night!"

_E. Dawson._

Cousin Charlie's Visit.

[Illustration:]

"I have a surprise for you, dears," said mother, coming into the
nursery one morning, followed by a bright-looking boy about ten years
of age. "Here is your Cousin Charlie come to spend the day with you."

Dolly and May were delighted, and Mother said they might stay out all
the morning. For the first hour they were very happy--there were so
many new things to show Charlie; but he was one of those restless boys
who get tired of everything very quickly.

"What shall we do next?" he kept saying. They tried hunting for eggs
in the barn, but he soon called that "slow."

"Let's go and pick blackberries in the upper field," said little May.

So they started off and had only picked a very little while when
Charlie suddenly asked: "Whose orchard is that just across the next
field?"

"It's Farmer Giles's," said Dolly.

"Let's climb over and get some apples," was his next idea.

Dolly and May opened their eyes very wide. "That would be stealing,"
they cried, both together.

"Nonsense," said Charlie. "That's just like girls--always afraid to do
anything. I mean to get a pocketful, so you can wait till I come
back."

They waited and waited such a long time, but he never came, so they
went slowly home. It was nearly tea-time when nurse came and said:
"Farmer Giles has brought Cousin Charlie back." And a very
miserable-looking boy he was.

When he had filled his pockets and meant to come down, he saw Rover,
the savage farm dog, waiting for him below; so he had to stay in the
tree, and might have had to remain all night, only the farmer happened
to ride by and heard the dog barking.

Dolly and May were