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There was a certain country where things used to go rather oddly. For instance, you couldnever tell whether it was going to rain or hail, or whether or not the milk was going to turn sour.It was impossible to say whether the next baby would be a boy, or a girl, or even, after he was aweek old, whether he would wake sweet-tempered or cross.In strict accordance with the peculiar nature of this country of uncertainties, it came to passone day, that in the midst of a shower of rain that might well be called golden, seeing the sun,shining as it fell, turned all its drops into molten topazes, and every drop was good for a grain ofgolden corn, or a yellow cowslip, or a buttercup, or a dandelion at least;-while this splendidrain was falling, I say, with a musical patter upon the great leaves of the horse-chestnuts, whichhung like Vandyke collars about the necks of the creamy, red-spotted blossoms, and on theleaves of the sycamores, looking as if they had blood in their veins, and on a multitude offlowers, of which some stood up and boldly held out their cups to catch their share, while otherscowered down, laughing, under the soft patting blows of the heavy warm drops;-while thislovely rain was washing all the air clean from the motes, and the bad odors, and the poison-seedsthat had escaped from their prisons during the long drought;-while it fell, splashing andsparkling, with a hum, and a rush, and a soft clashing-but stop! I am stealing, I find, and notthat only, but with clumsy hands spoiling what I steal

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ISBN-13: 9781421815343
Publisher: 1st World Library
Publication date: 10/15/2005
Pages: 136
Sales rank: 999,717
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.32(d)

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George MacDonald

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