"The road is all of puddles," said Master Tom; "splash, splash; don't you hear it?"
Yes, Nurse did hear it, and wondered what it was.
"I've finished the bottles," said Master Tom; "now for the watering-can, it's quite full. It will come down like a shower-bath, Ettie."
"Oh! oh! oh!" gasped Ettie, for the umbrella slipped from her hand and she received the contents of the watering-can on her head, neck, and arms. Then Ettie, for the first time, began to cry.
"You bad boy," cried Nurse in a state of despair; "open the door or I will have it broken open."
Master Tom unlocked the door, and then making a rapid retreat to one of the windows, he leaped through it almost before Nurse had opened the door.
Nurse held up her hands in dismay. The beautiful drawing-room carpet was soaked with water, and in the midst, crouched on the floor, sat Ettie, with her hair and her fine velvet frock dripping.
"Tom poured water," sobbed Ettie, as Nurse lifted her off the ground.
Nurse rang the bell lustily, and the housemaid came running to see what was the matter.
"What will the mistress say?" said Jane as she looked at the carpet; "I shouldn't wonder if it is spoiled altogether."