42 Windy Weather.

Oh, I am sure this man will tumble on his
nose. Poor fellow! I am sorry for him, yet
we cannot help laughing. What a rare dance
he is having after hishat! Perhaps he has been
running after it a long time, now and then almost
touching it, when a sudden gust has come, and:
off it has gone, whirling away again. I daresay

 

it is all happening at the sea-side, for there you
get wind enough to blow hats about, and to do
a deal more mischief than that. Let us hope
some kind person will meet the hat and stop it,
for it looks rather battered now, and in a little
time it will scarcely be worth picking up, I
think. As for the poor man, J am sure before.
he takes many steps more he will come down.
with his face in the mud.