A BREEZY STORY.

New Zealand Herald, Volume LXIX, Issue 21076, 9 January 1932, Page 4 (Supplement)

A BREEZY STORY.

By IRIS TEMPLE.

My name is Breeze. My mother it Wind and she sweeps her house, ft# world, very clean. My father is Gale, h# is very strong and my mother says he is a mighty man and humanity fears him because he shows, with the help of Kl brothers, Storm snd Tornado, how futil® are the works of man. We have a lot " of relations called the Elements, and my;, mother says we have a wonderful work to do, so great she needs all of us to help. I love all my relations, but best of all y I love our baby. Her name is Zephyr, and my mother gives her all the dainty work to do is so gentle and - never makes a , dust, as sometimes I do when I am in a hurry, but I have a lot of fun. One day my mother sent me down to Albert Park to help the gardener, who hai been sick. A lot of careless people had i thrown cigarette packets and papers about and she said: " You can save him bending his back." It was,a very day, so I brushed his face as I passed; * and he took off his hat and drew in (£'J deep breath of cool air. Then, just at ho was going to pick up a piece of papflf off tho steps, I swept it away down into the gutter and ho chuckled quietly as hs watched it go. When I had done that ; j two or three times ha laughed right oat and said: "Well, I'm blessed!" f'o | I knew my mother would say I had dons my work well when I left him chuckling f | and singing. Sometimes wo are blessed and sometimes we are not, but my mother, who « | very wise, says: " Men :u"0 blind and 9 they don't understand." Oua day | Zephyr and I went, to a garden and when .|j Zephyr played with a baby's curls, ?'■ ;| heard her mother say: " Bless tlie breeze; it makes baby cool and she loves to SCB .s.f the flowers nodding," but her husband -1 was very cross and ho said: " Yes! you' | beastly breeze has scattered my seeds p | ' over (ho garden! " But when ivc wont | back in tho spring he was very proud , JrJ tho way his garden was a mass of colour* ■ in all sorts of unexpected corners, and |j you would have thought, by the way h# - g spoke, that ho had done it all .himself- 1 r-jf It is because I am a. Breeze that >.B you about from one subject to another* £ instead of keeping straight on —lets I back to tlio gardener. When I left' Al?-'. § singing over bis work T went up tl)8 hi i but there wasn't much to do there, he* causa iu the spring the trees, like !;"» with young babies, hold the leaves v y . lightly and never let them drop, but y ; |||| let them down to the ground vtm by themselves when they are older. 31 k. % at the' top of tho lull .1 found a bed « gg Iceland poppies and a loug Im® ® j- f pansies to play with, so I P ll££ °£■- |*; puffed at tliem until tho huds j| their green top-coats aud lot thru'_y skirts spread, and then 1 puft'ed again until the petals fell _ earth, and my little sister, who IS •. # ■ Puff of Wind, began to I because she said I was paying h< n but she joined in and my ll ™' hc a i || came too. /ephvr and Bow e Puff and-I picked up tho P e ' r ieht_-S yellow and blue, and away we went iyg| down to the seashore, where mv tho Gale, and my undo the j- tor t , sent up a lot of seaweed-, and gIl 4;fS great game. We blew tho yellow» || blue petals all over tho- brown aw seaweed tilt it looked as though all in blossom. And the seaweed all about the Ri'ass f trees. tho butterflies and bird», . seV .-i seaweed told the petals all abo gailj'-.rji anomones,. tho pearly shell* . ® , talked/?® coloured fishes. They talked and until they wero so tired they feU^■ >.J in each others arms, and tl s sea; carried them all back V l '? cry if you sit. on a rock and listen fully you'll hear them talking t yl