30 The Old Umbrella.

 

boy, the children set off, feeling
quite grand to think that they were
trusted on such an important errand.

It did not rain much when they left
home ; but very soon it came down
again in torrents; and the wind rose
and blew, and pulled at the umbrella;
so that poor May’s arms got quite
tired.

And she began to feel afraid that
she would never be able to hold it
up all the way.

Of course, Johnny does not care
for the rain, not he. It wouldn’t
hurt him if he did get wet, he said ;
and it was rather fun to march along
with all that pitter patter over head.

But then he had got nobody to