with a face roughly
sketched upon it. Paulina had a stick with a bit of chalk at the end of
it in her hand, and she did not know whether she had drawn the face or
not.

"Perhaps I did," said she. "I think it is a likeness of the moon."

"Pooh!" answered a voice.

Paulina knew that it was not the Red Emperor, for he had flown away. She
looked round, but there was no one to be seen. Still the voice went on
speaking--

"It's the sun but just begun;
When it's done there will be fun.
Mannikins in red and blue,
Will bring something good for you."

"Who are you? where are you?" asked Paulina. "And do you know anything
of Peter? He went with the mannikins."

[Illustration: "PAULINA ... BEGAN TO PUT ON THE COLOUR."]

"Yes, up in the clouds with them. I saw him. The clouds were drifting
hither and thither, and he could not keep steady upon them, so he
tumbled down to the earth again."

"Oh dear! Oh dear! What a fall he must have had!"

Paulina heard a curious whistling, crackling laugh that seemed to go off
in gusts: puff, puff! blow, blow, blow! phew, phew! And then it subsided
into a gentle whistle.

"It's nothing to laugh at," said Paulina. "He'll catch cold, and he must
be very much hurt."

"No he isn't; he has hurt some one else instead. I saw him standing over
the boy that he had knocked down."

"He was always fighting," murmured Paulina.

"And he had on a full suit of blue clothes," said the voice, "and
striped stockings and a white collar."

"Blue! That's his best suit. How did he get it?"

"I don't know everything," replied the Wind, for it was the Wind who was
speaking to Paulina; "but

I boxed his ears, and ruffled his hair,
And left him standing astonished there."

"Oh!" ejaculated Paulina. "How can I get him home again?"

The Wind whistled for a short time, and then answered--

"By getting a palette, and brushes, and paint, and canvas, and becoming
an artist. What is the use of wearing a blouse and long stockings, and
having your hair tied with black ribbon, if you are not going to be an
artist?"

V.

The Wind had gone away, the scroll with the sun's face drawn upon it
had vanished, and Paulina was not where she had been a few moments
before. She did not know where she was, and everything seemed to be
going the wrong way; but she saw the Red Emperor resting upon a
rosebush, so she felt that she was not without a friend.

"I've been waiting for hours," said the Red Empero