There's plenty of room for you up there, and down here we don't want you a bit.
So do be polite and go away." But the rain didn't see any good reason for going away, in spite of Milly's pretty speeches, and next morning there was the same patter on the window, the same gray sky and dripping garden.

After breakfast there was just a hope of its clearing up.

For about an hour the rain seemed to get less and the clouds a little brighter.

But it soon came on again as fast as ever, and the poor children were very much disappointed.
"Mother," said Milly, when they had settled down to their lessons again in the drawing-room, "when we get back to Willingham, do you know what I shall do ?" "No, Milly." "I shall ask you to take me to see that old gentleman--you know who I mean--who told you about the rain.

And I shall say to him, 'please, Mr.
Old Gentleman, at first I thought you were quite wrong about the rain, but afterwards I thought you were quite right, and it does rain dreadfully much in the mountains.'" "Very well, Milly.