"If the house was to fall down, you'd see! They'd all say--" Marjorie interrupted him.

She put her hand on the top of her head, looking a little startled.
"What's that ?" she said.
"What's what ?" "Like rain!" Marjorie cried.

"Like it was raining in here! A drop fell on my--" "Why, it couldn't--" he began.

But at this instant a drop fell upon his head, too, and, looking up, they beheld a great oozing splotch upon the ceiling.

Drops were gathering upon it and falling; the tinted plaster was cracking, and a little stream began to patter down and splash upon the floor.