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Tales Of Fun and Fancy By Mrs M.H.Spielmann.

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THE RAINBOW BOOK
" No, I don't want to, but I've got to. Mother says it is for our good, and we are spoilt."
" I don't think so at all. It's very hard lines," growled Cyril. " I'm sure the garden isn't a bit wet, and the rocks have only a sprinkle."
Certainly the window panes had more than a sprinkle trickling down them. But the birds were twittering fussily in the bushes and amongst the ivy, and the garden was looking its best in the summer shower. Fitful gleams of sunshine cast loving touches here and there on the roses and the sweet honeysuckle; and the tall white lilies never looked fresher or smarter. Beyond, were those tempting rocks, with their surroundings of sand, which rose so strangely in that part of inland Kent, telling of former ages and of the vagaries of the sea and river. The rocks were the happy playground of these lucky Twins, who lived in the fine solitary house close by, and who were now peering so discon­solately through the window, flattening their noses against the glass blurred with the pattering rain.
They were exactly the same height; they re­sembled one another in feature, and, being twins, were both nine years old; and there the likeness ended, for his dark hair was short and thick, and hers was fair and very long. She was timid and gentle though her bright face was very happy; he, what is termed " a handful."
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