"Now sit down on the floor," said he, "and hold it over you. You must pretend that it is a rainy day, and that you are obliged to shelter under it."
Down went Ettie on the floor, and up went the umbrella.
"Now," continued Master Tom (who had borrowed a pair of high boots so that, at least, he should not get wet), "I shall pour water over the umbrella and it will splash down like rain. You must say, 'What a dreadful day! What a dreadful storm!'"
"Yes," answered Ettie. "Splash, splash, splash! what a storm! what a storm!"
And down came the water, splashing Ettie's velvet frock and wetting her shoes, and making pools on the drawing-room carpet. What fun it was! so Master Tom thought, and so did Ettie; and the more he emptied the water-bottles the more they both shouted with glee.
Guided by the noise, Nurse soon arrived at the door.
"Open the door! open the door!"
But Master Tom took no notice. Nurse might batter away as she liked; he was safe inside.
"What are you doing?"
"Playing at rain," cried Ettie; "my frock and my shoes all wet. It is rainy day, Nurse."