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"Oh, rain! " Norma lifted her head from her pillow and groaned. "No swim this morning, and Victor was just teaching me that new stroke! " Norma hated rain. Grey skies of New England always put her into a bad temper. But her little Belgian tent-mate was philosophical.
"We need ze rain for ze garden," said Gilda, "and for ze spring of wasser. Tante said, if it not rains in July, it be bad for us, the spring running dry."