IN TENDER, LOVING, REVERENT MEMORY OF MY MOTHER, WHO LOVED LITTLE CHILDREN AND WAS BELOVED OF THEM, AND TO WHOM I OWE A DEBT OF AFFECTION AND OF GRATITUDE BEYOND MY POWER TO PAY Old Mother West Wind's family is very big, very big indeed. There are dozens and dozens of Merry Little Breezes, all children of Old Mother West Wind. Every morning she comes down from the Purple Hills and tumbles them out of a great bag on to the Green Meadows. Every night she gathers them into the great bag and, putting it over her shoulder, takes them to their home behind the Purple Hills.…
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