But it went on raining.
The river overflowed its banks and Two-Legs feared lest his island should go under in the waves. The water soaked through the roof of the hut until there was not a dry spot inside.
“Baby’s cold,” said Mrs. Two-Legs.
They decided to leave the island and crossed the river with great difficulty, for it was now very deep. They waded through the damp meadow and carried the child by turns. Then they found a tree which was so contrived that they could live in it. They twisted the branches together and built a roof and stopped up the holes as best they could with grass and moss; and this was their new house.
“The water can’t reach us here,” said Two-Legs.
“But it’s raining through the roof,” said his wife. “Baby’s cold and so am I.”
ONE DAY THE RAIN CAME