The rain continued with greater force the next day, and Jean, who had taken cold through staying too long in the cemetery, was kept at home from school. She found it rather dreary, for there were none of the accustomed pets which at home helped to beguile the hours, nor had she her favorite story-books. She was usually a patient little body and able to amuse herself, but to-day time hung heavily and she looked many times at the clock, saying mournfully, "It is such a long morning; I wish Jack would come. What can I do, mother, to pass away the time?"
At last having exhausted all her resources, Mrs. Corner was obliged to think up some new entertainment. "You can stand there by the window," she said, "and tell me what things you see that you don't see at home."
This struck Jean's fancy at once and she stationed herself where she could look up and down the street. "I see four Dienst—do you say mannen?"
"No, I think it would be Dienstmänner."
"Then I see four Dienstmänner with red caps on."
"That is one thing. Write it down. Here is a paper and pencil."
"Dienstmänner on corner," wrote Jean. "I see two soldiers not a bit like ours."
"That makes two things."
"And a man wearing a cloak, a man on a wheel, and the cloak flies out behind in the funniest way. Nobody wears cloaks at home and all the men, women and children do here." She wrote this down carefully and then looked out again.
"What do you see, Sister Anne?" asked her mother after a while.