"It just rains and rains," said Emma dolefully.

"Wains," echoed baby Paul.

Baby Paul had stopped swallowing his thumbs. What was it he saw in
Emma's face? Was everything so bad?

"Yes, it just rains and rains," complained Ralph dolefully.

Baby Paul looked at Ralph, and saw the same thing he had seen in Emma's
face. Oh, thing's must be very bad when big brother and sister looked so
sad! It must be nearly time to cry!

Back of the children was a nice warm fire in the grate. The room was
comfortable, but baby Paul missed something from the atmosphere. He
could not have told what it was, but he began to whimper.

"Don't you go to crying!" said Emma crossly. "It's bad enough to be shut
in by the rain without your crying."

Baby Paul cried softly to himself. Thumbs were no comfort now.

Emma went over to the window. She looked dolefully out at the rain. By
and by she saw a man going into a house on the corner. The man had a
case with him.

"Oh," said Emma to herself, "that's the doctor who went there yesterday!
The Brown baby must be real sick."

The doctor stayed a good while. By and by he came out again into the