Up the two terrace flights of steps the rain ran wildly, and beat at the great door, like a swift messenger rousing those within; . . .

Charity begins at home, and justice begins next door.

it was such a curious corner in its acoustical properties, such a peculiar Ear of a place, that as Mr. Loory stood at the open window, looking for the father and daughter whose steps he heard, he fancied they would never approach. Not only would the echoes die away, as thought the steps had gone; but, echoes of other steps that never came would be heard in their stead, and would die away for good when they seemed close at hand. However, father and daughter did at last appear, and Miss Pross was ready at the street door to receive them.

Simmons ran very well, considering the rain.

A lot of the rain ran off and a week later, we were dry again. We didn't get rainfall that was spread out through the growing year, which is what really hurt us.

It's when we cannot rely on our screening that we cancel flights.