"Morning, Daddah!" whispered Mary Jane as she clambered over from her own berth, "it is the Falls, isn't it? I told Alice we were right in 'em."
"You've reason enough to think so," laughed Mr. Merrill, "but as a matter of fact, you're not quite right. The 'Falls' which you see is rain—common everyday rain."
"I'd never call that common everyday rain," said Alice as an extra hard beating of rain actually made her afraid the window pane wouldn't be enough to keep the water out of the car, "we never have rain like that at home."
"They don't have it like that often, anywhere," said Mrs. Merrill arriving from the dressing room, "and I hate to invite more gloom, but do you happen to recall that this party decided they wouldn't 'bother' with umbrellas?"
"What ever'll we do?" exclaimed Mary Jane with a gasp of horror.
"Swim, like as not," said Mr. Merrill comfortingly. "We might as well, because it's Sunday you know and no store open to buy umbrellas."
"Isn't it lovely!" sighed Mary Jane in a voice of perfect content.
"Lovely!" exclaimed Mrs. Merrill.
"How lovely?" asked Alice.
"And she thinks it's 'lovely'!" mimicked Mr. Merrill.