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steps, two at a time. Soon she reached the top, and one could see that the house was familiar to her.
“Martha, Martha, come out!” she called through the open door. “Have you noticed yet how jolly the wind is to-day?”
A small old woman with gray hair now came out to greet the child. She was dressed in the simplest fashion, and wore a tight-fitting cap on her head. Her clothes were so very tidy and clean, however, that it seemed as if she might have sat on a chair all day for fear of spoiling them. Yet her hands told another tale, for they were roughened by hard work.
“Oh, Martha,” the child said, “I just wish you knew how wonderful the wind is to-day up there in the woods and on the hill. One has to fight it with all one’s might, otherwise one might be blown down the mountain side like a bird. It would be so hard then to get on one’s feet again, wouldn’t it? Oh, I wish you knew what fun it is to be out in the wind to-day.”
“I think I would rather not know,” said Martha, shaking the child’s hand. “It seems to me that the wind has pulled you about quite
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