"Such a cold day," sighed Mother Nature, "and no blankets to keep my
babies warm! Little Jack Frost came over the hill last night, and what
mischief the boy is planning to do now, it is hard to tell. He is such
a happy little fellow, but is always up to some prank. If Father Winter
does not send me some blankets soon, I fear Jack will pinch my babies'
toes, and pull their ears, and make them shiver till they am ready to
freeze. I have put them to bed and told them to keep quiet, and perhaps
Jack will not see them."
"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.