abating) sings_:-- Rain! Rain!
Go away!
Come again
Another day!

_Master Arthur_ (_gloomily_). Pooh! Rain won't go away, not in these
times,
By being sung at to old nursery rhymes:
Especially in such a voice as yours!

_Master George._ Needn't be nasty, ARTHUR!

_Master Robert._ How it pours!
Thought we were going to have a real jolly day,
And now it's set in wet, to spoil our holiday.

_Master George._ Always the way at Easter. Shall we trudge it?

_Master Arthur._ Not yet. What have you got, GEORGE, in your Budget?

_Master George._ Not very much, I fear!

_Master Arthur._ Ah, that's vexatious!
It might have cheered us up a bit.

_Master George_ (_indignantly_). Good gracious!
You're always down on me, with no good reasons.
You know _I_'m not the ruler of the Seasons.
Now if I'd been in _your_ place--but no matter!