"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
rain. Emma ran to the telephone in the next room, and telephoned to the
Browns. Yes, the baby was very, very sick.
Emma came back softly into the room where the fire burned so
comfortably. Baby Paul was still crying softly to himself.
"The Brown baby is dreadfully sick," said Emma softly. "Oh, dreadfully!
Lizzie Brown was crying when I telephoned to her. They don't know
whether the baby will live."
Ralph and Emma looked at baby Paul. Both children had the same thought.
Emma ran to baby Paul, and hugged him.
"Oh, baby darling!" cried Emma. "Baby darling, I couldn't stand it if
you were sick!"
"Goo!" said baby Paul, looking at Emma's face. That ugly something that
was in her face awhile ago was not there now. Baby Paul smiled. If big
sister's face was all right what was there to cry about?
Ralph went to the window and looked toward the Browns. Then Ralph went
to baby Paul and hugged him. Baby Paul crowed for joy.
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