XL 



A RAINY DAY 



Do you ever go out in the rain? Dressed for 

 it, there is nothing more delightful. I leave my 

 umbrella behind with other conventional trappings, 

 for I like to feel the warm drops on my face and 

 shoulders. A certain wise man says: "One's happi- 

 ness is largely a matter of clothes." The wise man 

 could not have spoken more truly if he had had a 

 bonnet of tulle and feathers and a trailing gown 

 of "melting" organdie to take care of. What he 

 says is indeed true when it rains. 



I was tired of waiting for April to give me 

 a half day of uninterrupted sunshine. Yesterday's 

 rain had been impetuous dashing in torrents 

 against the windows. The streams flowed yellow. 

 The puddles in the garden walks danced and 

 dimpled as the big drops, coming straight down, 

 struck their faces. I smiled in spite of myself, 

 and registered a vow to go out next day no mat- 

 ter if the weather prophets did say "continued 

 cloudiness and showers." When the morning came 

 the sky was leaden and a heavy white mist hung 

 in the valley. The weather man was right. But 

 I had vowed my vow, and left the house in a 

 "shocking" hat and struck across lots to where 

 the wooded banks of the "Little Indian" would 

 give me shelter, and where there would be no 



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