She said the brook didn't really run away, when it got out of sight across
the fields it turned into rain. So then the little girl was glad whenever
it rained, because she knew it was the little brook coming back to her.

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_)

ALICE

Where'd father go?