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river that has been running all day long, and I 

 stayed until now, waiting for it to run by, yet it is 

 still running." 



"Ah, my son," said his mother, "you will never, 

 never sell your butter and cheese if you wait till 

 the river has run by." 



Write the story of f( The Boy and the River. " 



Lesson 148 



RAIN IN SUMMER 



HOW beautiful is the rain! 

 After the dust and heat, 

 In the broad and fiery street, 

 In the narrow lane, 

 How beautiful is the rain! 



How it clatters along the roofs, 

 Like the tramp of hoofs ! 



"How if clatters 



How it gushes and struggles out, 



From the throat of the overflowing spout! 



Across the window-pane 

 It pours and pours ; 



