On an afternoon in October, or the beginning of November-a fresh watery afternoon, when the turf and paths were rustling with moist, withered leaves, and the cold blue sky was half hidden by clouds-dark grey streamers, rapidly mounting from the west, and boding abundant rain-I requested my young lady to forego her ramble, because I was certain of showers. 
On a fresh afternoon in October, when paths were rustling with withered leaves, and the cold blue sky was half hidden by rain-clouds, my young lady still insisted on her ramble; so I unwillingly donned a cloak, and took my umbrella to accompany her on a stroll to the bottom of the park. 