No one could tell why Carry had not come. Mary then helped the smaller scholars to take off their coats and shawls; and she showed them how to hang up their wet things to dry on the pegs in the entry; and she bade them put their umbrellas into a pail, which stood by the door on purpose to receive them. Mary asked if they had all brought their dinners? And one said, “I have brought mine.” And another said, “We have brought ours.” And Mary said, “We have brought ours.” It was not far for Mary and the Linns to go home to dinner; but she liked to indulge her scholars when she could, and she knew she could not please them better than to stay and dine with them on rainy days. The boys and girls put their dinner-baskets into a little closet outside the school-room door; and then Mary rang her bell—the signal that it was time to collect. While they were putting their dinner-baskets away, Harry Linn said to Lily Forester, “Lily, are you glad it’s a rainy day? I am.” Lily said, “I am glad, too.” “Harry, what have you got for dinner?” “I don’t know,” Harry said. “Mary put up our dinner while I was looking at father when he was getting into the wagon.” “I’ll tell you what I’ve got, Harry,” said Lily; “a little pie with my name on it! Do you remember about Anne Lyle, and the little pie with her name on it? I told mother about it, when I went home, and she said if I was a good girl, she would make me a little pie, and put my name on it. Look here, Harry. I will show you.” And Lily lifted up the cloth that was over their dinner, and there was a little patty-pan pie, with L. F. plainly stamped on it. Harry said, “How nice that is! Will you give me some of it, Lily?” And Lily told Harry she would cut it in halves at dinner-time, and give him the largest half. Mary rang her little bell again, and Harry and Lily went into school. While the scholars were taking their seats, Carry Deacon arrived. She was very wet, and her face was red; and she looked fretted and tired. Mary said, “I am glad to see you, Carry; but what is the matter? How did you get so wet?” Carry told Mary her umbrella was broken, and it did not keep the rain off. “You are so wet, Carry,” said Mary, “that I fear you will be sick; and you are too far off from home to be sent back in the rain.”