The children ran to look out, and they could hardly believe their eyes when they saw that it had actually stopped raining, and that over the tree-tops was a narrow strip of blue sky, the first they had seen for three whole days.
"Oh you nice blue sky!" exclaimed Milly, dancing up and down before the window with a beaming face.

"Mind you stay there and get bigger.

We'll get on our hats presently and come out to look at you.

Oh! there's John Backhouse coming down the hill with the dogs.

Mother, may we go up ourselves and ask Becky and Tiza to come to tea ?" "But Aunt Emma must tell us her story first," persisted Olly, who hated being cheated out of a story by anything or anybody.