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Purchase one of 1st World Library's Classic Books and help support our free internet library of downloadable eBooks. Visit us online at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - 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.