"I think it's just horrid!" said Kristy, standing before the window, peering out into a world of drizzling rain. "Every single thing is ready and every girl promised to come, and now it has to go and rain; 'n' I believe it'll rain a week, anyway!" she added as a stronger gust dashed the drops against the glass. Kristy's mother, who was sitting at her sewing-table at work, did not speak at once, and Kristy burst out again:--…
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