“Please，NorthWind。”hesaid，“whatisthatnoise？”
FromhighoverhisheadcamethevoiceofNorthWind，answeringhim，gently——
“Thenoiseofmybesom。Iamtheoldwomanthatsweepsthecobwebsfromthe，sky;onlyI’mbusywiththefloornow。”
“Whatmakesthehouseslookasiftheywererunningaway？”
“Iamsweepingsofastoverthem。”