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The sun had gone in, and the pleasant morning was rapidly growing chilly. Dark clouds were rolling in from the west. Caity wished that she had thought to bring her shawl out with her. Some of the hobbits around her were complaining about how cool it had gotten, and only mid-morning, too. She was wondering if she ought to ask Halfred if they shouldn't go inside when he said just that.
"Looks like rain," he said, turning his face at the sky as if it was at fault. "We ought to go in before we all get drenched. Besides, I guess the rain'll be good for the flowers." He eyed the tools for a moment, then called, "You lads! Bring the tools into the shed, if you please. Can't have 'em gettin' rusty. Now! In we go, and let's hope there's plenty of tea still hot."
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