THE SHIP O'DREAMS COMES TO HARBOR One morning, when a windy golden sunrise was billowing over the gulf in waves of light, a certain weary stork flew over the bar of Four Winds Harbor on his way from the Land of Evening Stars.

Under his wing was tucked a sleepy, starry-eyed, little creature.

The stork was tired, and he looked wistfully about him.

He knew he was somewhere near his destination, but he could not yet see it.

The big, white light-house on the red sandstone cliff had its good points; but no stork possessed of any gumption would leave a new, velvet baby there.