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CHAPTER V.

“ Raining, raining all the day,
How I wish the sky would clear ;
And the clouds would break away,
And the glorious sun appear.”

Auas, for good resolutions. Patter, patter,
came the rain-drops down on that day week, ~
—patter, patter. The old school-house roof

looked black and dismal, and the white stone
and the violets, and nettles in the corner,
nobody visited. Miss Wright came under an
immense umbrella, and so muffled up no
thread of the accustomed queenliness was dis-
coverable. The boys, however, came splashing
through the mud, with their bare feet, very
cleverly. . enjoyed it too, and only