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visits to old
friends and neighbours. The next morning, when Caroline awoke, the
first thing she did was to jump out of bed and run to the window to see
what sort of a day it was; when, much to her vexation, she found the
rain was descending in torrents. She was far more sorry for Herbert's
disappointment than for her own; for she remembered how he disliked
a wet day, and how difficult it always was for him to spend it
comfortably. Still Herbert might not be so foolish now, she thought,
and she would try all she could to amuse him.
"Well, I must say this is too bad," said Herbert, as he entered the
breakfast-room the next morning.
"What is too bad?" inquired his mamma, as she poured out the coffee.
"Why, the rain, to be sure, mamma," replied Herbert. "Hasn't it stopped
our plans for the day?"
"They were of such consequence, I suppose," said Mrs. Ashcroft,
laughing. "Here have I been hearing from every quarter that rain is

greatly needed to help on the crops; and now when it has come, and all
the farmers' hearts will be filled with rejoicing, my boy is filled with
dismay!"
"Oh, but, mamma, you must own it is very provoking to have a wet day
the very first one on my return," said Herbert.
"Well, perhaps it is vexatious, when we think of you as an individual,
and banish from our minds the thousands it will benefit."
"Now, you are laughing at me, mamma," said Herbert sulkily.
"Nay, my son," said Mrs. Ashcroft, "I am sorry for you. But let me see
if nothing can be done to make a wet day pleasant in-doors. I'm sure
Carry will do her best to help."
"Might we make soap-bubbles, mamma?" said Caroline; "you said I
might try to do it some day with the pipe uncle gave me."
"Well, I daresay you may, dear, if you put on an apron, and don't wet
yourself."
After breakfast Caroline was not long in getting the soap and water
ready, which she carried off to the school-room; and though Herbert at
first called it a babyish game, and stood apart by the window watching
the rain, he could not help joining his sister in the end.
"Oh, if you had only seen what lovely ones uncle made," said Caroline,
"and how beautifully he tossed them up, making them float up to the
very roof without bursting sometimes!"
"That is not a very difficult process, I should say," replied Herbert.
"Give me the pipe, and I will show you I can do it as well as uncle."
[Illustration: BLOWING BUBBLES.]
Caroline at once gave up the pipe, and good-naturedly held the dish
while Herbert blew the soap-bubbles; and even he became fascinated
with the sport, and sat blowing away so long that lunch-hour arrived

and poor Caroline hadn't had a chance to make another, though she
wanted to do it ever so much.
As the day advanced, and the novelty of being at home wore off,
Herbert began to return to his old habit of teasing his inoffensive sister.
They were sitting beside their mamma, who was sewing, while she
listened with as much delight almost as Caroline did to Herbert's stories
of his life at school. Caroline was on the floor dressing her doll, while
Herbert sat on a low stool at his mother's feet; but unable to behave
himself longer, he rolled over on to the floor, and, with his head in
Caroline's lap, snatched the doll out of her hands.
"Oh, do give me my doll," said Caroline, as gently as she could; "see,
her poor arm is broken, and the sawdust is coming out."
"What a baby you are, Carry!" said Herbert, paying no attention to her
request. "No girl of your age plays with dolls nowadays. Stop; let me
show you how the jugglers do. They toss up a ball on their feet so," and
Herbert flung the doll up in the air and caught it upon his feet, then sent
it spinning to the roof again, while he laughed at Caroline's look of
distress.
[Illustration: HERBERT TEASING HIS SISTER.]
Their mamma now interposed, and bade Herbert give the doll back at
once, telling him at the same time that he ought to be ashamed of
himself for tormenting his sister in such a way, and warned him that
though it was his holidays she would punish him most severely if he
annoyed her again. Herbert went off to his own room and got into bed,
where he lay till dinner-time. It was doubtful, however, whether he or
Caroline really suffered most.
"O mamma, it was my fault," she said, while the tears stood in her eyes;
"I know Herbert was