The Little House in the Fairy Wood by Ethel Cook Eliot
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was among them.
But before the children had come up to them, the Wind Creatures suddenly joined hands,--as they do just before flying,--and started running down the sloping hill that ended the forest. For a minute Ivra was in despair. "Now they are gone for the day to circle the world, and I shall never find mother," she thought. But she did not waste any more breath running. She stopped short and lifted her voice, clear and insistent, "Wild Star! Wild Star! I need you! Don't run away. Wild Star!" The Wind Creatures had reached the foot of the hill, running swiftly hand in hand, and their wings were already lifted for flying. But Wild Star, at the sound of Ivra's voice, leaned back suddenly on the hands he was holding, almost throwing his comrades on their faces, and breaking the line. He turned right about, swinging the others with him, and came leaping and running back. "What is the matter, little comrade?" he asked. "What is the matter?" "In all your flying 'round the world, Wild Star, you must have seen my mother Helma. She is lost. Oh, can't you tell us where she is?" "Yes, of course. But I didn't know she was lost. I thought she was visiting Earth-friends." "Truly, truly?" Ivra's eyes shone with joy, and Eric grabbed his cap from his head and threw it up in the air shouting, "Hurrah!" |
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