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Some day when the rain is drumming on the roof and the gutters are spouting and all the birds are tucked away in dripping trees and the world is misty with tears , I 'm going up there and just revel in second-hand adventure , dead dreams and cobwebs . '' `` Oh , my gracious , how I 'd like to be there too , '' enviously cried Nanny Ainslee and the next moment crimsoned angrily at herself . `` If you wo n't mind coming to my house in the rain , '' said the man who did not understand women -- but Nanny was n't listening . The setting sun flared into a last widespread glory that bathed every grass blade in Green Valley and in this strong and golden light Nan saw the 6:10 pulling in and Fanny Foster hurrying home . Jessup 's delivery boy , driving back from his last trip , was larruping his horse and careful Ellen Nuby was taking in her clotheslines . On the back porch of the Brownlee bungalow Jocelyn was shaking a white tablecloth , for the Brownlees had supper early . Jocelyn flapped and flapped , then folded the cloth neatly as she had seen Green Valley matrons do .