I am a little boy, and my name is Thomas. I live in the country, and I get up in the

I am a little boy, and my name is Thomas. I live in the country, and I get up in the morning, and go out to the fields, and walk up and down the long green lane, which runs by the side of the house. In the summer time, I have a rod fastened to my hand, and at the other end of the rod is a line, which goes upon the back of a chicken. In the winter, I have a shorter rod, and a smaller line, and instead of a chicken, I take hold of the knob of the door. So I walk up and down, a great deal longer than you would think, from morning till night, out of doors. In the house, they tell me, on the inside of my door, what weather