Читать книгу The Complete Works of Algernon Blackwood. Novels, Short Stories, Horror Classics, Occult & Supernatural Tales, Plays онлайн

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'Nixie, you're sleeping. Wake up.'

She rolled over towards him. 'No, Uncle Paul, I'm not. I was only thinking.'

'Thinking of what?'

'Oh, clouds and things; chiefly clouds, I think.' She pointed to the white battlements of summer that were passing very slowly over the heavens. 'It's so funny that you can see them move, yet can't see the thing that pushes them along.' 'Wind, you mean? '

'H'mmmmm.'

They lay flat on their backs and watched. Nixie made a screen of her hair and peered through it. Paul did the same with his fingers.

'You can touch it, and smell it, and hear it,' she went on, half to herself, 'but you can't see it.'

'I suspect there are creatures that can see the wind, though,' he remarked sleepily.

'I 'spect so too,' she said softly. 'I think I could if I really tried hard enough. If I was very, oh very kind and gentle and polite to it, I think '

'Come and tell me quietly,' Paul said with excitement. 'I believe you're right.'

He scented a delightful aventure. The child turned over on the grass twice, roller fashion, and landed against him, lying on her face with her chin in her hands and her heels clicking softly in the air.