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CHAPTER XI.
THE GAP AMONG THE MOUNTAINS.

Tue next morning, when Lucy got up, the first
thing she did, was to go to the window and look
out. Her mother was sitting at the table, writing
a letter.

“ Odear me!” said Lucy ; “ now if the clouds
haven’t all gone away !”

“The clouds?” repeated her mother ; “ what
clouds ? ”

“ Why, last evening,” replied Lucy, in a de-
sponding tone, “there were some clouds, and a
circle round the moon, and Robert said that it
was going to rain. And now they have all gone
away, and it is going to be pleasant.”

“Well,” said her mother, “and don’t you
want it to be pleasant?”

No,” said Lucy ; “1 want it to rain.”

“Why, Lucy,” said her mother, with surprise,
“what do you want it to rain for?”

“ Why, to make a freshet on the brook, to bring