"You know you said they were ALL cloudy to you." Miss Holbrook's face grew very white.
"You mean--you've found out WHY my hours are--are all cloudy ones ?" she stammered.
"No, oh, no.

I can't imagine why they are," returned David, with an emphatic shake of his head.

"It's just that I've found a way to make all my hours sunny ones, and you can do it, too.

So I came to tell you.
You know you said yours were all cloudy." "Oh," ejaculated Miss Holbrook, falling back into her old listless attitude.

Then, with some asperity: "Dear me, David! Did n't I tell you not to be remembering that all the time ?" "Yes, I know, but I've LEARNED something," urged the boy; "something that you ought to know.