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Kristy's Rainy Day Picnic

Kristy's Rainy Day Picnic

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KRISTY’S RAINY DAY PICNIC

They were playing that the wax Doll was Sick.They were playing that the wax Doll was Sick.

KRISTY’S RAINY DAY PICNIC

BY
OLIVE THORNE MILLER

WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY
ETHEL N. FARNSWORTH

BOSTON
AND NEW YORK
HOUGHTON,
MIFFLIN CO.

COPYRIGHT 1906 BY H. M. MILLER
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Published October 1906

CONTENTS

I. The Rainy Day 1
II. Playing Doctor; and what came of it 5
III. A Schoolgirl’s Joke 20
IV. All Night in the Schoolhouse 27
V. Molly’s Secret Room 45
VI. How Mamma ran away 61
VII. How Aunt Betty made her choice 73
VIII. Nora’s Good Luck 91
IX. One Little Candle 106
X. The Locket Told 123
XI. How a Dog saved my Life 145
XII. Lottie’s Christmas Tree 156
XIII. Christmas in a Baggage-car 172
XIV. How a Bear came to School 189
XV. How Lettie had her Own Way 202
XVI. How Kate found a Baby 223

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

They were playing that the wax doll was sick (page 6) Frontispiece
Kristy stood peering into a world of drizzling rain 2
She had to pass a cottage almost hidden with flowers 124
In the park I found a baby ... and I sat down beside it 226

KRISTY’S RAINY DAY PICNIC


CHAPTER I

THE RAINY DAY

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:—

“I wish it would never rain another drop; it’s always spoiling things!”

“Kristy,” said her mother quietly, “you remind me of a girl I knew when I was young.”

“What about her?” asked Kristy rather sulkily.

“Why, she had a disappointment something like yours, only it wasn’t the weather, but her own carelessness, that caused it. She cried and made a great fuss about it, but before night she was very glad it had happened.”

“She must have been a very queer girl,” said Kristy.

“She was much such a girl as you, Kristy; and the reason she was glad was because her loss was the cause of her having a far greater pleasure.”

“Tell

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