"Good-bye, Mrs.Smith.It was really nice of you to come.

Good-bye, dear, Mrs .-- -- I think the wain almost isn't coming now." He said farewell to them all and climbed upon the window seat.

Here, gazing down into the Square, he saw that the rain was stopping, and, on the farther side, above the roofs of the houses, a little splash of gold had crept into the grey.

He watched the gold, heard the rain coming more slowly; at first, "spatter-spatter-spatter," then, "spatter--spatter." Then one drop very slowly after another drop.

Then he saw that the sun from somewhere far away had found out the wet paths in the garden, and was now stealing, very secretly, along them.