You should open the window and shout as loud as you can-- 'Rain, rain, go away, Come again another day; Now we want the sun, and so, Pretty rain, be kind and go! 'You should always speak politely to people when you want them to do things, and especially when it's going away that you want them to do.
And to-day you might add-- 'Shine, great sun, the lovely Phoe- Nix is here, and wants to be Shone on, splendid sun, by thee!' 'That's poetry!' said Cyril, decidedly.
'It's like it,' said the more cautious Robert.
'I was obliged to put in "lovely",' said the Phoenix, modestly, 'to make the line long enough.' 'There are plenty of nasty words just that length,' said Jane; but every one else said 'Hush!' And then they opened the window and shouted the seven lines as loud as they could, and the Phoenix said all the words with them, except 'lovely', and when they came to that it looked down and coughed bashfully.
The rain hesitated a moment and then went away.
'There's true politeness,' said the Phoenix, and the next moment it was perched on the window-ledge, opening and shutting its radiant wings and flapping out its golden feathers in such a flood of glorious sunshine as you sometimes have at sunset in autumn time.

People said afterwards that there had not been such sunshine in December for years and years and years.
'And now,' said the bird, 'we will go out into the city, and you shall take me to see one of my temples.' 'Your temples ?' 'I gather from the carpet that I have many temples in this land.' 'I don't see how you CAN find anything out from it,' said Jane: 'it never speaks.' 'All the same, you can pick up things from a carpet,' said the bird; 'I've seen YOU do it.

And I have picked up several pieces of information in this way.

That papyrus on which you showed me my picture--I understand that it bears on it the name of the street of your city in which my finest temple stands, with my image graved in stone and in metal over against its portal.' 'You mean the fire insurance office,' said Robert.

'It's not really a temple, and they don't--' 'Excuse me,' said the Phoenix, coldly, 'you are wholly misinformed.