"How much you know, Chrif," said Rhoda.
"I mean to go to India some day," said Chrif. "People ride on elephants there."
Rhoda would sail little twigs in the stream. Her boats were small, but they sometimes went farther than Chrif's. His were loaded so heavily that they often overturned.
One day the children were sailing boats when a thunder-storm arose. How fast the rain fell! And how fast they ran to the house!
"Poor grandmother will be all wet!" said Rhoda. She and Chrif were watching the falling rain from the window.
Suddenly the sun came out. A little rain was still falling, but the children ran into the yard.
"Look, there's a rainbow!" cried Chrif. "What pretty colours! and how ugly our old red house looks! I wish I were where the rainbow is."
"I see just the colour of my larkspur in the rainbow," said Rhoda.
"O pooh!" said Chrif, "only a flower! That's not much. Now if I were only rich, I wouldn't stay here. I'd go off into the world. How grand it must be over there beyond the rainbow."
"One end is quite near us," said Rhoda.