Harold
Oh. And is this rain the brook coming back? The little girl's brook?
Mrs. Everitt
The little girl grew up and went away. But it's some little girl's brook. (Walter comes in with sticks)
Walter
I thought we'd have a fire.
Alice
Good! Make a big one.
Mrs. Everitt
Now, Harold, mother is going to put you in a nice bed, right under the roof where the rain-drops whisper and sing. (She takes Harold out)