But first--three guesses where we were in the rain!" "In the Stoneborough Cloisters, that you wanted to see?
My dear, you did not keep your papa in the cold there ?" "No, no; we never got there at all; guess again." "At Mr.Edward Wilmot's ?" "No!" "Could it have been at Dr.May's?
Really, then, you must tell me." "There! you deserve a good long story; beginning at the beginning," said Meta, clapping her hands, "wasn't it curious?
as we were coming up the last hill, we met some girls in deep mourning, with a lady who looked like their governess.

I wondered whether they could be Dr.May's daughters, and so it turned out they were.
"Presently there began to fall little square lumps, neither hail, nor snow, nor rain; it grew very cold, and rain came on.

It would have been great fun, if I had not been afraid papa would catch cold, and he said we would canter on to the inn.

But, luckily, there was Dr.May walking up the street, and he begged us to come into his house.

I was so glad! We were tolerably wet, and Dr.May said something about hoping the girls were at home; well, when he opened the drawing-room door, there was the poor daughter lying on the sofa." "Poor girl! tell me of her." "Oh! you must go and see her; you won't look at her without losing your heart.