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"Wildly the winds of heaven began to blow, / Whilst from the jealous, unrelenting skies / The inevitable July down-pour came. "
Another winter came and went. Ted had another birthday, which made him eleven years old. Another happy Christmas time -- this year of the old-fashioned snowy kind, for even in November there was skating, and Ted skated like a Dutchman; and the child-life in the pleasant home went on its peaceful way, with much of sunshine and but few clouds. Narcissa, too, was growing a big girl. She could say all her words clearly now, without lisping or funny mistakes, though, as she was the youngest bird in the nest, I am not sure but that some of the big people thought this rather a pity! And then when the frost and the snow were done with, the ever new spring time came round again, gradually growing into the brilliant summer; and this year the children's hearts rejoiced even more than usual, for a great pleasure was before them. This year they were to spend the holidays with their parents in a quite, _quite_ country place, and many were the delightful fancies and dreams that they made about it, even while it was some distance off.