1/12 It had been raining, and the dreary outlook caused the gloomy lines, "The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year," to run through her head with maddening persistency. "That chief-mourner expression of yours is doubly depressing on a day like this. Did you eat too much fudge last night, or have you been conditioned in math ?" "You are a wild guesser, Emma," returned Grace, smiling faintly. "My troubles are of an entirely different nature. |