"That would make it rise, wouldn't it?" asked Susie.

"Yes, dear."

"So, uncle," said Frank, taking up the Weather Report, "where it says
'High' here, it means that the air is heavier than where it says 'Low.'
Is that it?"

"That's right," replied Uncle Robert; "and when the barometer is low we
know there will be a storm."

"Well"--and Donald stood up and stretched himself--"I wish I could see a
barometer."

"You shall," said Uncle Robert "I will send for one. You may carry the
letter to the post office to-morrow when you go for the mail."




CHAPTER VIII.

A WALK IN THE WOODS.


It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon. The sun had marked its shortest
shadows. They were now pointing toward the northeast.

The family had returned from the little village church. Dinner was over,
and they had all gone into the cool, shady piazza. Mrs. Leonard and