“Oh, I think I’d like to go to the land where the figs grow,” said Mary. “I just love figs.”
“So do I!” exclaimed Johnny. “And after that can we go to the land where the oranges grow?”
“Yes,” answered Tommy. “And, after we come back from there, with a whole shipload of oranges, we’ll go to the land of the peanuts, and have a lovely party.”
Well, the Trippertrot children played this game for some time, and then, all at once, they heard a pitter-patting out on the porch roof, just as if some one was throwing beans down from the clouds.
“My! What’s that?” cried Tommy, jumping up and running to the window.
“Why, it’s raining—and what big drops!” exclaimed Mary. “It’s a regular summer shower, and here it is pretty nearly Christmas.”
“Oh, let’s open the window a little way,” suggested Johnny, “and stick our hands out to get wet. I like to feel the raindrops on me. It’s like a shower bath, after you’ve been in bathing in the ocean.”
“But, if it’s cold, we must close the window right off again,” said Mary, who was a wise little girl. “We mustn’t get the sniffle-snuffles,” she said.
So the boys agreed to this, and then they opened the window to let the rain splash on their hands. And it was a very nice, warm rain, so they thought they wouldn’t get cold.
My! how those big drops did come down! Faster and faster they fell, until there was a regular little pond in the tin gutter of the porch roof.