When they were tired of this, mother set them to play hide-and-seek, and Milly hid herself in such out-of-the-way cupboards, and squeezed herself into such small corners, that mother said she was like a needle in a bundle of hay--there was no finding her.
Seven o'clock came before they had time to think about it, and the children went chattering and skipping up to bed, though on fine evenings they had been staying up much later.

How the rain did rattle on the window while they were undressing.
"Oh, you tiresome rain," said Milly, standing by the window in her nightdress, and gazing up into the sky.

"Where does it all come from, I wonder?
Won't it be wet to-morrow, Nana?
and oh, what is that roaring over there ?" "That's the beck," said nurse, who was brushing Olly's hair, and trying hard to make him stand still for two minutes.
"The beck! why, what's the matter with it ?" "It's the rain has made it so full I suppose," said nurse.

"To-morrow, gardener says, it'll be over the lawn if the rain goes on." "Oh, but it mustn't go on," said Milly.

"Now, rain, dear rain, good rain, do go away to-night, right away up into the mountains.