The wind tapped like a tired man, and like a host, "Come in", I boldly answered; entered then my residence within. A rapid footless guest, to offer whom a chair, were as impossible as hand a sofa to the air. No bone had he to bind him his feet was like the push of numerous hummingbirds at once from a superior bush. His countenance a billow his fingers, if he pa**, let go a music, as of tunes blown tremulous in gla**. He visited, still flitting; then like a timid man, again he tapped - 'twas flurriedly - and I became alone.