What do you say to camping out?
A few weeks in the hills?
It would be an adventure, at any rate." "Camping out ?" Lady Meadowcroft exclaimed, half roused from her languor by the idea of a change.

"Oh, do you think that would be fun?
Should we sleep on the ground?
But, wouldn't it be dreadfully, horribly uncomfortable ?" "Not half so uncomfortable as you'll find yourself here at Toloo in a few days, Emmie," her husband put in, grimly.

"The rains will soon be on, lass; and when the rains are on, by all accounts, they're precious heavy hereabouts--rare fine rains, so that a man's half-flooded out of his bed o' nights--which won't suit YOU, my lady." The poor little woman clasped her twitching hands in feeble agony.

"Oh, Ivor, how dreadful! Is it what they call the mongoose, or monsoon, or something?
But if they're so bad here, surely they'll be worse in the hills--and camping out, too--won't they ?" "Not if you go the right way to work.

Ah'm told it never rains t'other side o' the hills.