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"If it rains to-morrow I think I shall die," Janet said as she got ready for bed that night.
She need have had no fears, for the next day dawned clear, with just enough of autumn chill in the air to whip the color into your cheeks. Tom's telegram had said that they would arrive by the same train that he had come by.