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- Author: J G Austin
- Publisher: 1st World Library - Literary Society
- ISBN-10: 1595404368
- ISBN-13: 9781595404367
- Format: 14 x 21.6 x 1.9 cm, softcover
- Language: English
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Purchase one of 1st World Library's Classic Books and help support our free internet library of downloadable eBooks. Visit us online at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - The last day of October! said the Sun to himself, "the last day of my favorite month, and the birthday of my little namesake! See if I don't make the most of it!" So the Sun called to all the winds and all the breezes, who, poor things! had but just gone to bed after a terrible night's work, ordering them to get up directly, and sweep the sky as clear as a bell; and bid all the clouds, whether big white mountains, little pinky islands, sweeping mares'-tails, or freckled mackerel-back, to put themselves out of the way, and keep out of it until November; when, as the Sun remarked with a sigh, they would have it all their own way.
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- Author: J G Austin
- Publisher: 1st World Library - Literary Society
- ISBN-10: 1595404368
- ISBN-13: 9781595404367
- Format: 14 x 21.6 x 1.9 cm, softcover
- Language: English English
Purchase one of 1st World Library's Classic Books and help support our free internet library of downloadable eBooks. Visit us online at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - The last day of October! said the Sun to himself, "the last day of my favorite month, and the birthday of my little namesake! See if I don't make the most of it!" So the Sun called to all the winds and all the breezes, who, poor things! had but just gone to bed after a terrible night's work, ordering them to get up directly, and sweep the sky as clear as a bell; and bid all the clouds, whether big white mountains, little pinky islands, sweeping mares'-tails, or freckled mackerel-back, to put themselves out of the way, and keep out of it until November; when, as the Sun remarked with a sigh, they would have it all their own way.
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