Premise: The Old Lady went without supper that night because of it , but Chris never knew that .<br>The Old Lady thought it a most beautiful June .<br>She no longer hated the new days ; on the contrary , she welcomed them .<br>`` Every day is an uncommon day now , '' she said jubilantly to herself -- for did not almost every day bring her a glimpse of Sylvia ?
Hypothesis: The old lady thought it was July