"Ha! ha! ha!" laughed a tinkling voice right at the dear old
lady's elbow. "Some of your children did not mind you. Early this
morning I found one of them whispering to a sunbeam, and under
the hedge found a tiny blue aster. I shook her till she was so
cold she was glad to go back to bed again. Ha! ha! ha!" and Jack
gave Mother Nature such a hug that she shivered, and murmured:
"Poor babies! I must write a letter to Father Winter."

This is what the letter said:

Earthdom, November 1, 1893.

Dear Father Winter:--Have you any warm blankets for my babies?
The season is coming when they should take a long, long nap, and
Jack is up to his tricks again. Please send me some blankets
soon.

From your old friend,

Mother Nature.

This letter she directed to

King Winter,
The Polar Regions,
Cloud-dom.

Then she called her messenger, Autumn Wind, and sent him
northward with her message. King Winter was seated on his throne