JUST A TRIFLE UNDER THE WEATHER.
NOW SHE KNOWS.
Hattie is no longer in doubt. She has often heard good people declare that it was "raining cats and dogs," and for a time believed that they were romancing, or, at least, prevaricating. Now she thinks they were speaking the truth. "If it doesn't rain cats and dogs sometimes," says Hattie, "how do the Skye-terriers get here? That's what I want to know."
"Where did you go last summer, Jacky?"
"We didn't go," said Jacky. "We staid home."