"There are some red clouds over there--look! and Nana always says it's going to be fine when there are red clouds." "Well, Milly, your red clouds may be right and I may be wrong.

We shall see." But, alas! father was quite right.

When Milly woke up next morning there was no nice sunshine creeping on to her bed as it had done almost ever since they came to Ravensnest; but instead there was rain beating steadily against the window, coming down out of a heavy gray sky, and looking as if it meant to go on for ever.
"Oh dear!" sighed Milly, as she began to dress, "we can't go out, and the wild strawberries will get so wet.

I meant to have gathered some for mother to-day.

There would have been such nice ones in the wood." But it was no use thinking about woods or strawberries, and when Mrs.
Norton came into the children's room just as they were finishing breakfast, she found a pair of dull little faces staring out at the rain, as if looking at it would make it stop.
"Nasty rain," said Olly, climbing up on his mother's knee.