But lo! before her tears had rolled down to meet her dimples, the patter of hail was over.
"Come and see the rainbow," said Polly, from the door-stone.
It was a glorious sight, an arch of varied splendor resting against the blue sky.
"That isn't a rainbow," said Dotty; "it's a hail-bow!" "What a big, big, big bubbil!" shouted Katie.
"She thinks somebody is blowing all that out of soapsuds, I s'pose," said Dotty; "I guess 'twould take a giant with a 'normous pipe--don't you, Polly ?" "There, now," said Miss Polly, "I just want you to hold some of this hail in your hand.

What do you call that but ice ?" "So it is," said Dotty; "cold lumps of frozen ice, as true as this world." "And not stones," returned Polly.

"Now you won't think next time you know so much better than older people--will you ?" "But I don't see, Miss Polly, how it got here from Greenland; I don't, now honest." "I didn't say anything about Greenland, child.

I said it was rain, and it froze in the air coming down; and so it did." "Did it?
Why, you know a great deal--don't you, Miss Polly?
Did you ever go to school ?" Polly sighed dismally.
"O, yes, I went now and then a day.

I was what is called a 'bound girl.' I didn't have nice, easy times, like you little ones.