LET IT RAIN.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume VIII, Issue 44, 31 October 1891, Page 547

LET IT RAIN.

The other afternoon, while the rain was pouring down, a gentleman left the Post-office to encounter an acquaintance who was also sheltered by an umbrella. ‘ Raining, isn’t it ?’ queried the first. * Hey ?’ • Raining, isn’t it ?’ ‘ I’d like to see you a moment,’ was the reply. * Come upstairs.’ The two passed up, traversed the dark entrance to its darkest corner, and then No. 2 turned on No. 1 with : ‘ Do you take me for an idiot ?’ ‘ Why, no ; of course not.’ •Do you suppose I’m carrying an umbrella to keep the sun oft' at this time of the year ?’ ‘No.’ ‘ I’m carrying it to keep the rain off, am I not ?’ ‘ Of course.’ ‘ Well, then, it rains. You know it rains. Everybody in town knows it rains. Now you go on and let people alone.’ ‘ But—but—’ * That’s all. You let it rain. It knows her business. You just attend to your own affairs and let the weather alone. Good day, sir.’ And he went clumping down the stairs and left the other to follow at his leisure.