A woman’s logic!
‘Then you will come to the Soudan with us to-morrow?’
‘No, my child, further south than Spain I will not go, not this journey!’
Here Philippa entered.
‘Well, what’s the next news, old man?’ she said.
‘To Spain, to-morrow!’
‘Rain, rain, Go to Spain,
Be sure you don’t come back again.’
sang sweet Philippa, in childish high spirits.
I had rarely seen her thus!
Alas, Philippa’s nursery charm against the rain proved worse than unavailing.