It will take a good many days' rain to flood the roads so deep that we can't get along them, and this is only the second rainy day.

Come, I don't think we've got much to complain of.

Now suppose, instead of doing all your lessons this morning, you were presently to write to Jacky and Francis--you write to Jacky, Milly, and Olly to Francis.

Don't you think that would be a good thing ?" "Oh yes, yes!" cried Milly, shutting up her copybook in a great hurry.
"They'll be so much astonished, mother, for we didn't _promise_ to write to them.

I don't believe they ever get any letters." The children had a great deal of affection and some secret pity for these playfellows of theirs, who had a sick mother, and who did not get half the pleasures and amusements that they did.