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OROTHY ANN sat on the lounge by her window. It was so hot she could not go to sleep, and she decided she might just as well spend the rest of the night curled up on the window-seat watching the big, hot, tired-looking clouds languidly follow each other across the sky. Besides being so hot and tired, Dorothy Ann was a most unhappy little girl. All her small friends had gone to the sea-shore or mountains. Even Jimmie, who had expected to be in the city all summer, had been invited to visit his grandmother in Holden, and had left that day.

"Worcester is a horrid old place in the summer time, anyway," said Dorothy Ann, looking out at the great hot sky above her. "Even the clouds are too hot and tired to hurry. But still they are on their way and will get out of Worcester some time, while I never, never shall."