He held it up high so the Twins could see it.

"Ho, ho," laughed Taro. "The lady has lost her clog, she is in
such a hurry!"

"She's just as wet as the crow," Take said, "and I don't believe
she feels a bit happier!"

"She'll be wetter still before she gets her washing in, won't
she?" the Father said. "The clouds seem to have burst just over
her head! And, dear me,--how the wind is blowing her about! No,
she won't do beside the plum branch."

He opened another box and unrolled the next picture. Here it is.

Taro and Take looked at it a long time.

Then Take said, "What a beautiful dress the lady has on! I'd
like to dress just like that when I grow up!"

"But she is walking out in the snow with an umbrella over her
head," said Taro. "It isn't winter now."

Then the Father unrolled the third.

"How do you like this one?" he asked.

It was a picture of a bird with a grasshopper in her bill,
flying to a nest with three little birds in it. The little birds
had their mouths wide open.