Thursday

Journeys to Bagdad, 1915


by Charles S. Brooks,
Illustrated by Allen Lewis
Yale University Press, 1915

The Project Gutenberg eBook





But the wind sings a sleepy song and the game’s too short.
Then the wind goes round and round the house looking for
the leaves—for the wind is a bit of a nursemaid—and wherever
it finds them it tucks them in, under fences and up against
cellar windows where they will be safe until morning. Then
it goes off on other business, for there are other streets in
town and a great many leaves to be attended to.


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