bathroom and in this tiny room was a shower bath. Amanda insisted on
calling it the rain room because the water came down from the ceiling like
rain; and she always seemed to have a fear that something about that room
would hurt her. She was most particular to clean that room before she did
either the bathroom or Mrs. Merrill's room--she seemed to want the bad job
out of the way.

Perhaps when Mary Jane asked her to hurry with the cover cloth, Amanda
hurried a little too fast with her scouring of faucets or perhaps she was
just careless. However it happened, she turned on the cold water and it
poured over her from the ceiling in an ice cold shower.

"Heavens! Honey! Lor' a mercy! De water hit me!" she shouted and she ran,
dripping and screaming out of the shower room, out of the bedroom and down
the hall.

Mrs. Merrill came hurrying to see what the matter might be and Mary Jane
jumped to turn off the water before it should splatter out on the bedroom
floor. And then, while Mrs. Merrill was busy comforting Amanda and hunting
some dry clothes for her, Mary Jane sat down on the bed room floor to
think. How funny Amanda had looked with the water running all over her
clothes! Mary Jane, who had been used to a shower bath from the time she
was a tiny little girl, had never before realized how funny it seemed to
other folks. "I expect Doris would think it was funny," she thought. "I
wonder if she knows about it. And wouldn't Junior look--" but Mrs. Merrill
bustled into the room just then and Mary Jane had no more time for
thoughts.

Mrs. Merrill worked rapidly to make up for lost time. She shook the dresser
scarf out of the window, brushed off the window-seat pillows and finished