But there are some things you find on rainy days that you couldn't find any other time, aren't there?
The dance of the drops on the leaves, and the rush of the rain when the wind gets behind it.

Don't you love to feel it, out in the open spaces, where the wind just gets a good chance to push ?" Mrs.Holly stared.

Then she shivered and threw up her hands with a gesture of hopeless abandonment.
"Land's sake, boy!" she ejaculated feebly, as she turned back to her work.
From dishes to sweeping, and from sweeping to dusting, hurried Mrs.
Holly, going at last into the somber parlor, always carefully guarded from sun and air.

Watching her, mutely, David trailed behind, his eyes staring a little as they fell upon the multitude of objects that parlor contained: the haircloth chairs, the long sofa, the marble-topped table, the curtains, cushions, spreads, and "throws," the innumerable mats and tidies, the hair-wreath, the wax flowers under their glass dome, the dried grasses, the marvelous bouquets of scarlet, green, and purple everlastings, the stones and shells and many-sized, many-shaped vases arranged as if in line of battle along the corner shelves.
"Y--yes, you may come in," called Mrs.Holly, glancing back at the hesitating boy in the doorway.

"But you mustn't touch anything.