"Well, yes; generally."
"Why don't you say always?"
"Because I'm not sure about it. Now to-day it's all very well. But yesterday the sun shone in the window a whole hour."
"And I drew down the blind to shut it out," said Mr. Spelt, thoughtfully.
"Well," Mattie went on, without heeding her friend's remark, "he could make the sun shine every day, if he liked.—I suppose he could," she added, doubtfully.
"I don't think we should like it, if he did," returned Mr. Spelt, "for the drain down below smells bad in the hot weather."
"But the rain might come—at night, I mean, not in the day-time, and wash them all out. Mightn't it, mother?"
"Yes; but the heat makes people ill. And if you had such hot weather as they have in some parts, as I am told, you would be glad enough of a day like this."
"Well, why haven't they a day like this, when they want it?"