Louisa May Alcott,
Lulu's Library, Volume 2 (of 3…
“ When Ripple first began her airy journey, heavy clouds lay piled like hills about her, and a cold mist filled the air. Higher and higher they went, and darker grew the air, while a [Pg 60] stormy wind tossed the little traveller to and fro as if on the angry sea."Shall I ever see the beautiful world again?" sighed Ripple. "It is indeed a dreadful road, and but for the seasons' gifts I should have died. Fly fast, dear wind, and bring me to the sunshine again." ”
