“Yes, but ’twill soon be over.”
And, as she spoke, the sudden shower
Came, beating down the clover.
“I told you so!” cried angry Jo:
“It always is a-raining!”
Then hid her face in dire despair,
Lamenting and complaining.
But sweet Jeannette, quite hopeful yet,—
I tell it to her honor,—
Looked up and waited till the sun