A little later, as I came in with an armful, I found Addison watching Tom.
"Sh!" he said.

"He's asleep." The afternoon was waning; a cold, windy night was coming on.
"What shall we do ?" Addison whispered in perplexity.

"I don't believe we ought to take him out; his clothes aren't dry yet.

We shall have to stay here all night with him." "But what will the folks at home think ?" I exclaimed.
"Of course they will worry about us," Addison replied gloomily.

"But I'm afraid Tom will get his death o' cold if we take him out.