knew it was not going to rain, and he did not see why they might not go.
He did not believe it would rain a drop all day.

Lucy just then pointed down to a little dark spot on the stone step of
the door, where a drop had just fallen, and asked Rollo what he called
that.

"And that,--and that,--and that," said she, pointing to several other
drops.

Rollo at first insisted that that was not rain, but some little spots on
the stone.

Then Lucy reached out her hand and said,

"Hold out your hand so, Rollo, and you will feel the drops coming down
out of the sky."

Rollo held out his hand a moment, but then immediately withdrew it,
saying, impatiently, that he did not care; it was not rain; at any rate
it was only a little sprinkling.

Lucy observed that Rollo was getting very much out of humor, and she
tried to please him by saying,

"Rollo, I would not mind. If it does rain, I will ask my father to let
me stay and play with you to-day, and we can have a fine time up in your
little room."

"No, we cannot," said Rollo; "and besides, they will not let you stay, I