by the rain and the gray mist, and stood there on his high perch,
swinging from East to North, and back again.

But he grew tired of watching the Gold Rooster, and looked up the
pasture for his friend, the Brook. It wasn't hard to find, for it had
grown so big and stretched almost to the fence-rails now, and was
racing along towards the Pond, growing wider and wider every
minute--just like Marmaduke's eyes.

"Crackey! Sposin' there should be a flood!" exclaimed Jehosophat.

"Wouldn't that be fine!" said Marmaduke.

"Fine!" Jehosophat cried. "What would you do? It might rise an' rise
till the barnyard'd be covered, an' the road an' all the country an'
the whole world."

"Like Noah's flood, you mean?"

"Yes, just like Noah's, only he isn't here to build any ole ark for
you to get on."

"I don't care," said Marmaduke stoutly.

"You don't care!" cried his brother. "Why, you'd drown, that's what
you'd do!"

"No, I wouldn't either--" Marmaduke seemed very sure about
this--"'cause," he started to explain.