CHAPTER I - SUNSHINE
_ "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.
"And as soon as that job‘s done," continued he, "you may go to bed
again in the Mountains of the Moon； for you will only disturb me if
you are about."
So the winds, grumbling and sighing a little, went to their work；
and the Sun, after a good dip in the Atlantic Ocean, began to roll
up the eastern sky, flecking th

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