Then, after a moment, he queried: "But aren't you going to walk at all to-day ?" "To walk?
Where ?" "Why, through the woods and fields--anywhere." "Walking in the woods, NOW--JUST WALKING?
Land's sake, boy, I've got something else to do!" "Oh, that's too bad, isn't it ?" David's face expressed sympathetic regret.

"And it's such a nice day! Maybe it'll rain by tomorrow." "Maybe it will," retorted Mrs.Holly, with slightly uplifted eyebrows and an expressive glance.

"But whether it does or does n't won't make any difference in my going to walk, I guess." "Oh, won't it ?" beamed David, his face changing.

"I'm so glad! I don't mind the rain, either.

Father and I used to go in the rain lots of times, only, of course, we couldn't take our violins then, so we used to like the pleasant days better.