Four Winds Farm

But the godmothers seemed to have forgotten him. He went sadly to bed--and the tears came to his eyes when he remembered how that very evening he had thought of himself as "happ...

"Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great winds shoreward blow, Now the salt tides seaward flow, Now the wild white horses play, Champ and chafe and toss in the spray, C...

Gratian almost danced along the moor path on his way home that evening; he felt so happy. Never had he loved Fergus and his mother so much--he could not now understand how he ha...

He dreamt that he awoke, and found himself not in his comfortable bed in his own room, but in an equally comfortable but much more uncommon bed in a very different place. Out on...

"It's not so cold quite as it was when I came down," Mrs. Conyfer went on--the dwellers at Four Winds often spoke of "coming down," when they meant going to the village--"that's...

Tony's face was almost the first thing he caught sight of. It was not late, but several children were already there, and Tony, contrary to his custom, instead of playing outside...

"Play the last thing, please," said Fergus. "I like to keep it in my mind when I go to bed--it makes me sleep better. We can go into the gallery now and show Gratian the picture...

As Gratian was running into school the next morning he felt some one tugging at his coat, and looking round, there was Tony, his round face redder than usual, his eyes bright an...

Gratian shouldered his satchel and set off to school. He had some new thoughts in his head this morning, but still he was not too busy with them to forget to look about him. It...

For there was a bright fire burning in the room, which sent red rays flickering and dancing in all directions, lighting up the faded tints of the ancient curtains and covers, an...

Yes--he heard it again, and this time it sounded almost like voices speaking. He turned to the side whence it came, and to his surprise, in the all but darkness, there glimmered...

The first thing that little Gratian Conyfer could remember in his life was hearing the wind blow. It had hushed him to sleep, it had scolded him when he was naughty, it had laug...