"Pooh!" cried Joel, "I'm not wet."
"You're wet as a drowned rat, Joe," declared Jasper, bursting into a laugh, which was such a relief to all concerned that in a minute it really seemed like a pleasure excursion. But Joel pulled himself up.
"Oh, I'm going to see what's the matter with Jack's arm," and he leaned over and put his hand on it.
"Nothing," said Jack, trying to pull it away, but Joel held on.
"Tis, too," he said. "You're going to have it fixed. Grandpapa, won't you take him to Doctor Fisher's office? Please do."
At this Frick pricked up his ears. "Doctor Fisher isn't——"
"Frick," began Jasper desperately, "look out and see if it rains."
Frick stared in amazement, and even Joel bobbed his head over at Jasper.
"Why, doesn't it rain on your side?" he cried, his black eyes very wide.
"Never mind; do as I tell you," said Jasper, nowise disconcerted. So Frick reported that it did rain; and then Jasper began to talk so fast that Joel had no time to get in a word at all, although he tried with all his might.