Miss Brown saw them as
they came out of the door and raised a big umbrella. "Where can they
be going?" she wondered as they disappeared from her view. A few
minutes later, however, they came in sight again, this time on her
side of the street, and stopped at her gate.
"You are a pair of rainy-day fairies!" she exclaimed as they entered.
They both laughed at this, and Bess explained that it was just what
Louise had been wishing to be.
"Then we each have our wish, for I have been longing for some good
fairy to cheer me this gloomy day."
Miss Brown's sitting-room was a pleasant place even on the darkest
day. A bright fire burned in the grate behind the high brass fender,
some yellow chrysanthemums bloomed in the west window, the mahogany
chairs and tables shone with the polish time gives to such things, and
behind the glass doors of the corner cupboard stood rows of pretty
old china. From above the mantel, old Mrs. Brown--at the age of
eighteen, with stiff little curls over each ear and immense leg o'
mutton sleeves in her low-necked pink gown--looked down, smiling
impartially upon everybody.
"Don't you think rainy days are tiresome?" asked Louise, seating
herself in the window beside the flowers.
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