BESIDE THE ROARING ILLER-STREAM Spring had come again on the banks of the Iller-Stream, and the young beech trees were swaying to and fro.

One moment their glossy foliage was sparkling in the sunshine, and the next a deep shadow was cast over the leaves.

A strong south wind was blowing, driving huge clouds across the sun.
A little girl with glowing cheeks and blowing hair came running through the wood.

Her eyes sparkled with delight, while she was being driven along by the wind, or had to fight her way against it.

From her arm was dangling a hat, which, as she raced along, seemed anxious to free itself from the fluttering ribbons in order to fly away.