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, still raining! Oh dear, oh dear! But what, you say to yourself, is a little rain? Jane Ann must be patient. She must stay at home and play with her delightful toys this afternoon, and then perhaps to-morrow morning the sun will come out, and she will be able to run about in the fields again. After all, it isn't every little girl who has a rabbit, and a horse and cart, and an india-rubber ball to play with. Come, come, Jane Ann!

How little you understand!

To-day was the day. To-morrow will be too late. Perhaps even now if it cleared up —but each time that she has said this, down has come another cloud. She tried shutting her eyes; she did try that. She tried shutting her eyes and saying, "One, two, three, four—I'll count twenty and then I'll open them, and please, will you let the rain stop by then, please, because it's too