"Yes," replied Junior in surprise, "only my mother won't let me."

"Don't you think she'd let you if it rained indoors?"

"I don't know, 'cause it don't," replied Junior decidedly.

"Yes, it does, it does at our house," said Mary Jane. "You stand inside
this door, and I'll show you."

Junior seemed to have some objection to closets so it took coaxing to get
him where Mary Jane wanted him. But when, on careful inspection, he
found that this closet had two doors, quite unlike other closets he was
acquainted with, and also that it looked very harmless, he stepped over the
high sill and onto the tile floor. Quick as a flash Mary Jane reached up
and turned on the water--and down came the deluge!

Water so cold that it took his breath away so he couldn't scream and then,
in a minute, so hot that it burned him, descended from the spray in the
ceiling and soaked him to the skin. Mary Jane sat on the door sill, in all
the splatter, and laughed and laughed. Junior grabbed for the door and
shook it trying to get out--just as Mrs. Merrill opened the door from her
bedroom onto the sight. Junior darted passed her and ran down the stairs,
dripping water and mud from his dirty hands on every step and screaming at
the top of his voice all the way.

"What in the world--" began Mrs. Merrill.

"We was just talking about water from the sky in the house," explained
Mary Jane innocently, "and Junior was surprised to see it come. I guess he