Kristy's Rainy Day Picnic

They were playing that the wax Doll was Sick.
KRISTY’S RAINY DAY PICNIC BY OLIVE THORNE MILLER WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY ETHEL N. FARNSWORTH BOSTON AND NEW YORK HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN CO.
“I think it’s just horrid!” said Kristy, standing before the window, peering out into a world of drizzling rain. “Every single thing is ready and every girl promised to come, and now it has to go and rain; ’n’ I believe it’ll rain a week, anyway!” she added as a stronger gust dashed the drops against the glass.
Kristy’s mother, who was sitting at her sewing-table at work, did not speak at once, and Kristy burst out again:—
“I wish it would never rain another drop; it’s always spoiling things!”
“Kristy,” said her mother quietly, “you remind me of a girl I knew when I was young.”
“What about her?” asked Kristy rather sulkily.
“Why, she had a disappointment something like yours, only it wasn’t the weather, but her own carelessness, that caused it. She cried and made a great fuss about it, but before night she was very glad it had happened.”
“She must have been a very queer girl,” said Kristy.
“She was much such a girl as you, Kristy; and the reason she was glad was because her loss was the cause of her having a far greater pleasure.”
“Tell me about it,” said Kristy, interested at once, and leaving the window.