Little pieces of the west wind are retained as security by a clever old man who sends the wind off to retrieve his lost socks. . . a woodchopper who will return the socks if he gets back his gloves. . . a gypsy woman who will only exchange the gloves for her blue scarf. . . a sheep using the scarf to replace his blue ribbon. . . and a bird who has the blue ribbon but is missing a tail feather. Everything is at last put fight when a little girl who has the feather asks only that the wind promise to visit her every day. The wind's presence on every page and its effect on everyone's curtains, clothing, etc., allows Diane Goode to indulge her affinity for swirling, sinuous lines; her pastel colored illustrations are uniformly pretty but uniformly static, even pallid, as well. This gossamer-like west wind is disappointingly tame, just as Garrison's story is a pretty but essentially devitalized variation on the old folk motif.