they should soon see, and, true enough, just as they were rising from
the breakfast table, a chaise drove up to the door, and out jumped Uncle
George and cousin Lucy.

Lucy was a very pleasant little blue-eyed girl, two or three years older
than Rollo. She had a small tin pail in her hand, with a cover upon it.

"Good morning, Rollo," said she. "Have you got your basket ready?"

"Yes," said Rollo; "but I am afraid it is going to rain."

While the children were saying this, Uncle George said to Rollo's
father,

"I suppose we shall have to give up our expedition to-day. I am in hopes
we are going to have some rain."

"In _hopes_," thought Rollo; "that is very strange when we want to go a
blueberrying."

Rollo's father and mother and his uncle looked at the clouds all
around. They concluded that there was every appearance of rain, and that
it would be best to postpone their excursion, and then went into the
house. Rollo was very confident it would not rain, and was very eager to
have them go. He asked Lucy if she did not think it was going to be
pleasant, but Lucy was more modest and reasonable than he was, and said
that she did not know; she could not judge of the weather so well as her
father.

Rollo began by this time to be considerably out of humor. He said he