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The rain beat heavily on the roof, swirled down the side walks and made / tumbling torrents of the gutters. Turning from the window in disgust, / Peter dropped his baseball mitt on the library sofa and started glumly / toward the stair. No practice to-day, doggone it! Why couldn't it rain / on Mondays and be clear on Saturdays for a change? How was he to have / the team in trim for the big match if this sort of thing kept up?
Kicking crossly at each step, Peter progressed toward the attic. Not to / waste the day, he resolved to have a look at his fishing tackle. The / thought of the fishing trip he was soon to take with his grandfather / cheered him considerably and by the time he had switched on the attic / light and dragged out the old chest where he kept his treasures, he was / whistling softly to himself. On top of the chest lay two coarse sacks. / They were neatly folded in half and as Peter lifted them off he gave an / amused little chuckle.