We had such a bee-yew-tiful September last year . We were drowned in sunshine . This fall we 're drowned in water . Old settlers tell of a similar visitation in ' 72 , though they claim even that was n't quite as bad as this . '' I was sitting rather disconsolately by an upper window of Uncle Kenneth Morrison 's log house at Arrow Creek . Below was what in dry weather -- so , at least , I was told -- was merely a pretty , grassy little valley , but which was now a considerable creek of muddy yellow water , rising daily . Beyond was a cheerless prospect of sodden prairie and dripping `` bluff . '' `` It would be a golden , mellow land , with purple hazes over the bluffs , in a normal fall , '' assured Kate . `` Even now if the sun were just to shine out for a day and a good ` chinook ' blow you 'd see a surprising change . I feel like chanting continually that old rhyme I learned in the first primer , ` Rain , rain , go away , Come again some other day : -- some other day next summer -- Phil and Katie want to play . ' Philippa , dear girl , do n't look so dismal . It 's bound to clear up sometime . '' `` I wish the ` sometime ' would come soon , then , '' I said , rather grumpily . `` You know it has n't really rained for three days , '' protested Kate . `` It 's been damp and horrid and threatening , but it has n't rained . I defy you to say that it has actually rained . '' `` When it 's so wet underfoot that you ca n't stir out without rubber boots it might as well be wet overhead too , '' I said , still grumpily . `` I believe you 're homesick , girl , '' said Kate anxiously . `` No , I 'm not , '' I answered , laughing , and feeling ashamed of my ungraciousness . `` Nobody could be homesick with such a jolly good fellow as you around , Kate .
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