One day, just as school was dismissed in the afternoon, a severe rain-storm began. "Oh! how shall I get you all home," said the dear old lady, opening the door, and looking up at the clouds.
First she fitted me and my little sister Eva out with her best umbrella, and told us to make the best speed we could, and send the umbrella back.
As for the boys, they ran out, rejoicing in the rain, and well pleased at the prospect of getting wet through. The other little girls were kept waiting till the sky should clear, or some one should come for them.
My sister and I started off, side by side, under our umbrella. It was a large cotton one, with a long, heavy handle,—just about suited to the capacity of a giant. But, by taking hold very high up, I managed to carry it without any trouble, and it kept us both dry. We really enjoyed our walk; and, the harder the rain came down, the better we liked it.

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