by Susan Warner (Author)

A single cloud on a sunny day When all the rest of heaven is clear, A frown upon the atmosphere, That hath no business to appear, When skies are blue and earth is gay. Byron. Come, dear grandpa -the old mare and the wagon are at the gate-all ready." "Well, dear "-responded a cheerful hearty voice, "they must wait a bit; I haven't got my hat yet." "O I'll get that."