She fell to work with a will, rolling and folding
When she went upstairs to put their room in order, however, the room she and Polly shared, the steady drip, drip, drip of the rain made her remember Polly's unhappiness, and it troubled her.
A robin, singing his rain song in the tree outside, cocked his head saucily as Helen went to the window.
"Help her-r-r! Cheer her-r-r! Help her-r-r! Cheer her-r-r!" sang Mr. Redbreast over and over again as he swung on the dripping branches.
"That's a good idea, Mr. Redbreast," Helen answered. "I'm sure she needs it. But how shall I do it?"
Mr. Redbreast winked wisely. "You'll find a way—a way—a way!" he trilled.