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"
Ah
!
"
we
said
,
as
we
stood
looking
out
at
them
through
the
window
,
"
wo
n't
they
come
home
soaked
!
"
And
we
chuckled
to
think
how
wet
they
were
going
to
get
,
and
came
back
and
stirred
the
fire
,
and
got
our
books
,
and
arranged
our
specimens
of
seaweed
and
cockle
shells
.
By
twelve
o'clock
,
with
the
sun
pouring
into
the
room
,
the
heat
became
quite
oppressive
,
and
we
wondered
when
those
heavy
showers
and
occasional
thunderstorms
were
going
to
begin
.
"
Ah
!
they
'll
come
in
the
afternoon
,
you
'll
find
,
"
we
said
to
each
other
.
"
Oh
,
wo
n't
those
people
get
wet
.
What
a
lark
!
"
At
one
o'clock
,
the
landlady
would
come
in
to
ask
if
we
were
n't
going
out
,
as
it
seemed
such
a
lovely
day
.
"
No
,
no
,
"
we
replied
,
with
a
knowing
chuckle
,
"
not
we
.
We
do
n't
mean
to
get
wet
--
no
,
no
.
"
And
when
the
afternoon
was
nearly
gone
,
and
still
there
was
no
sign
of
rain
,
we
tried
to
cheer
ourselves
up
with
the
idea
that
it
would
come
down
all
at
once
,
just
as
the
people
had
started
for
home
,
and
were
out
of
the
reach
of
any
shelter
,
and
that
they
would
thus
get
more
drenched
than
ever
.
But
not
a
drop
ever
fell
,
and
it
finished
a
grand
day
,
and
a
lovely
night
after
it
.
The
next
morning
we
would
read
that
it
was
going
to
be
a
"
warm
,
fine
to
set-fair
day
;
much
heat
;
"
and
we
would
dress
ourselves
in
flimsy
things
,
and
go
out
,
and
,
half-an-hour
after
we
had
started
,
it
would
commence
to
rain
hard
,
and
a
bitterly
cold
wind
would
spring
up
,
and
both
would
keep
on
steadily
for
the
whole
day
,
and
we
would
come
home
with
colds
and
rheumatism
all
over
us
,
and
go
to
bed
.
The
weather
is
a
thing
that
is
beyond
me
altogether
.
I
never
can
understand
it
.
The
barometer
is
useless
:
it
is
as
misleading
as
the
newspaper
forecast
.
There
was
one
hanging
up
in
a
hotel
at
Oxford
at
which
I
was
staying
last
spring
,
and
,
when
I
got
there
,
it
was
pointing
to
"
set
fair
.
"
It
was
simply
pouring
with
rain
outside
,
and
had
been
all
day
;
and
I
could
n't
quite
make
matters
out
.
I
tapped
the
barometer
,
and
it
jumped
up
and
pointed
to
"
very
dry
.
"
The
Boots
stopped
as
he
was
passing
,
and
said
he
expected
it
meant
tomorrow
.
I
fancied
that
maybe
it
was
thinking
of
the
week
before
last
,
but
Boots
said
,
No
,
he
thought
not
.
I
tapped
it
again
the
next
morning
,
and
it
went
up
still
higher
,
and
the
rain
came
down
faster
than
ever
.
On
Wednesday
I
went
and
hit
it
again
,
and
the
pointer
went
round
towards
"
set
fair
,
"
"
very
dry
,
"
and
"
much
heat
,
"
until
it
was
stopped
by
the
peg
,
and
could
n't
go
any
further
.
It
tried
its
best
,
but
the
instrument
was
built
so
that
it
could
n't
prophesy
fine
weather
any
harder
than
it
did
without
breaking
itself
.
It
evidently
wanted
to
go
on
,
and
prognosticate
drought
,
and
water
famine
,
and
sunstroke
,
and
simooms
,
and
such
things
,
but
the
peg
prevented
it
,
and
it
had
to
be
content
with
pointing
to
the
mere
commonplace
"
very
dry
.
"
