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. | Outpost by J. G. Austin, Hardcover | Indigo Chapters