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`` What about the mornings when the mist does not clear away , lass , but turns to driving rain ? '' `` Oh , well , then , '' said Morva , not a whit daunted , `` the rain and the clouds are wanted sometimes for the good of the earth , and , remember , 't is only a thin veil they make ; the sunshine is behind them all the time , filling up the blue air , and ready to shine through the least break in the clouds . And , after all , 'n' wncwl Ebben , '' she added , in a coaxing tone , '' 't is very seldom the mornings do turn to rain and fog . You and I , who are out on the mountains so early , know that better than the townspeople , who lie in bed till nine o'clock , they say , and often by that time the glory of the morning is shaded over . '' `` Well , perhaps , '' he said . `` Thou art more apt to count the clear dawns , while I count the grey ones . '' `` Twt , twt , you must leave off counting the grey ones .