He was still gazing and absorbed, when a sweet timid voice, that
yet partook undefinably of the wildness of a sea-breeze, startled him out
of his contemplation.
"'Did my mother send you to me?' said the voice.
"He looked down. Close beside him stood the child, gazing earnestly up
into his face through the twilight from the window.
"'Where does your mother live?' asked Herbert.
"'All out there,' the child answered, pointing to the window.
"While he was thinking what she could mean, she continued:
"'Mother is angry to-night; but when the sun comes out, and those nasty
clouds are driven away, she will laugh again. Mother does not like black
clouds and fogs; they spoil her house.'
"Still perplexed as to the child's meaning, Herbert asked,
"'Does your mother love you?'
"'Yes, except when she is angry. She does not love me to-night; but
to-morrow, perhaps, she will be all over laughs to me; and that makes me
run to her; and she will smile to me all day, till night comes and she
goes to sleep, and leaves me alone; for I hear her sleeping, but I cannot
go to sleep with her.
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