The Old Lady's Bedroom Nothing more happened worth telling for some time.

The autumn came and went by.

There were no more flowers in the garden.

The wind blew strong, and howled among the rocks.

The rain fell, and drenched the few yellow and red leaves that could not get off the bare branches.
Again and again there would be a glorious morning followed by a pouring afternoon, and sometimes, for a week together, there would be rain, nothing but rain, all day, and then the most lovely cloudless night, with the sky all out in full-blown stars--not one missing.