A wild light was in her eyes, a furtive, animal-like expression was on her face.

When she spoke it was in a different voice and in different language.
"Do you hear the wind ?" she asked in a thrilling whisper.

"What IS the wind?
What IS the wind ?" "I--I--don't know," I stammered.
"No more do I," said Peg, "and nobody knows.

Nobody knows what the wind is.

I wish I could find out.