The cnrly-haircd little sprite of the house came running to her father in the study, and throwing her arms about his nock whispered, confidentially in his ear: Oh, papa, its raining!' - Papa was writing on a subject that occupied his itrird to the exelm-inn of ’natters aside, so he said, rather sharply: “Well, let it rain.” ” Vec papa; 1 was going to,” was her muck iespouse
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Evening Star, Issue 14523, 26 November 1910, Page 1
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