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Show Too Late to Change The rain was pouring steadily down and the children were feeling distinctly distinct-ly unhappy. With, their faces pressed close to the window panes they watched the water flowing torreutially down the gutter toward the drain. "I am afraid we'll have to give up the idea of going to the zoo, children,'' remarked their mother. "You see, it's never going to leave off." "But, mummie," protested little Maurice, who had set his heart on an elephant ride, "we nius-t go ! Yes, we must, 'cos I've put it down in my diary that we went !" |