The early light of morning lay rosy red upon the mountains, and a fresh breeze rustled through the fir trees and set their ancient branches waving to and fro. the sound awoke heidi and she opened her eyes. the roaring in the trees always stirred a strong emotion within her and seemed to draw her irresistibly to them. so she jumped out of bed and dressed herself as quickly as she could, but it took her some time even then, for she was careful now to be always clean and tidy.

when she went down her ladder she found her grandfather had already left the hut. he was standing outside looking at the sky and examining the landscape as he did every morning, to see what sort of weather it was going to be.

little pink clouds were floating over the sky, that was growing brighter and bluer with every minute, while the heights and the meadow lands were turning gold under the rising sun, which was just appearing above the topmost peaks.

"o how beautiful! how beautiful! good-morning, grandfather! " cried heidi, running out.

"what, you are awake already, are you? " he answered, giving her a morning greeting.

then heidi ran round to the fir trees to enjoy the sound she loved so well, and with every fresh gust of wind which came roaring through their branches she gave a fresh jump and cry of delight.

read this line from the text:

the roaring in the trees always stirred a strong emotion within her and seemed to draw her irresistibly to them.

this line from the text suggests that heidi

enjoyed a windy day
feared the wind rustling the trees
loved to smell the pines
tried to avoid being outside on days like this