We sat on one of the benches in the waiting room of the wharf where the Albany boats stop, and watched it rain.

It was so thick that we could hardly see across the river.

Merry Christmas, didn't it come down! We saw the big day boat go up and all her lights were burning, it was so dark on the river.

I guess we waited a couple of hours.
"It's all on account of the old what's-his-name, St.Swithin," I said.
"I bet he was the head of an umbrella trust." Bert said, "Oh, I don't know, I kind of like rain.

It's all part of the scout game." That was just like him, he had some use for everything.
I guess it must have been about supper time when it held up enough for us to start across.