The White Cat Author:W.W. Jacobs The traveller stood looking from the tap-room window of the _Cauliflower_ — at the falling rain. The village street below was empty, and everything — was quiet with the exception of the garrulous old man smoking with much — enjoyment on the settle behind him. — "It'll do a power o' good," said the ancient, craning his neck round the — edge of the se... more »ttle and turning a bleared eye on the window. "I ain't
like some folk; I never did mind a drop o' rain."« less