A Little Jewel Book.

Rain for days on end can make an active young boy gloomy indeed, but Big Sister has an idea that brightens up the outlook for not only himself, but his friend as well.

He stood at the window,
Just looking about,
His forehead was creased,
And his mouth formed a pout.

The window—so rain-washed—
Quite steadily wept,
As shrieking around the house,
Autumn winds swept.

...