The Little Umbrella

A drop of rain on her cheek recalled her thoughts from baffled hopes to ruined ribbons. She remembered the little umbrella which she had forgotten to take in her hurry to be off, but regret as unavailing. The fact that a somewhat dilapidated blue one remained stationary above the unprotected bonnet attracted her attention. And looking up, she saw mister bower looking down, i feel to know the strong minded lady who goes so bravely under many horse noses and so fast through much mud. What do you do down here, my friend? I'm shopping.