The Little Red House looked up, and what he saw terrified him.  The big Blue-gum, in the clutch of the wind, was bent right over him, so that the top branches seemed to be just above his roof; and the great tree appeared to be falling, falling, helplessly.

“Don’t fall on me!” shrieked the Little Red House.  “Oh, don’t fall on me; because, if you do, you know you’ll squash me!  I don’t want to be squashed!”

But the big Blue-gum said, “There is just one little root holding now.  If that gives way we are both done for.”

“Be brave!  Oh, be brave!” shrieked the Little Red House.

Then slowly, very slowly, the big Blue-gum began to straighten up again, away from the Little Red House.

“I have stood upon this mountain, tree and sapling, for over a hundred years,” he said when he had recovered; “but if it blows like that again, it is the end of me.”

But it did not blow like that again; though the wind howled and shrieked all that day as if it was very angry and disappointed that it could not blow down the big Blue-gum.

Then, towards evening, the wind fell; the heavy clouds went away beyond the edge of the sky, and all became very calm and peaceful.

The birds came from their hiding places and sat in the branches of the Blue-gum and chattered away to him, until he began to feel quite cheerful once more, in spite of his trouble.  And when a certain little Tree-creeper—­a very wise bird—­came and had a long, serious talk with the Blue-gum, he became very much interested indeed and quite happy.

But the Little Red House was miserable still; and the beauty of the evening didn’t cheer him up one bit.

“Ah, well,” said the Blue-gum, when the darkness came to the mountain, “I am going to have a good sleep tonight.  I’m a match still for old Daddy Wind, in spite of all his noise and bluster.  And there are ways of dealing with white-ants, too.  I’ve lived upon this mountain, tree and sapling, for—­”

But as he was talking he fell fast asleep.

The Little Red House did not sleep.  How could he, with his eyes wide open?  So he just stood there all night staring before him, lonely and wretched.  And when an owl came and sat in the tree and began to call, “Mopoke,” the Little Red House told him rudely to stop his silly noise and clear out.  That will just show you how very miserable he was.

It was quite late next morning when the Blue-gum awoke.  He stretched his big limbs, and began to wonder what he might say to comfort the Little Red House.  But when the Blue-gum looked down, he saw that the Little Red House was smiling all over his face.

“Well, now!” cried the big Blue-gum cheerfully.  “That’s the kind of face I like to see in the morning!  So you’ve decided to be sensible and forget your loneliness?”

But the Little Red House didn’t say a word.  He just went on smiling.

Then the big Blue-gum began to get uneasy.