Then, too, the Weather Report, just received, told of a storm that had started in the southwestern part of the country and was moving northeast. Uncle Robert had said, at the rate it was traveling, it might reach them some time the next day. And now it was raining in a quiet, steady way. The clouds had lost their billowy whiteness. They were one dull, heavy, unbroken mass of gray. The wind blew steadily from the southeast. A rainy day was before them. "The very thing we need," said Mr. Leonard. "The corn is just ready for it, and the pastures are beginning to look pretty dry." "Let's go fishing, Don," said Frank. "I'll go and dig some worms while you get the lines ready." "Say we do," said Donald, starting off at once. "Do you want some company, boys?" asked Uncle Robert, smiling. "You bet-ter believe!" said Donald, catching himself just in time. "Hurrah for the rainy day!" cried Frank as he pulled on his rubber boots and coat and went out to dig the worms. "Shall we take the boat?" asked Uncle Robert. "Oh, yes," said Donald. "I'll get the oars." "We'll have fish for dinner to-day, mother," said Frank. "Be sure you come back in time, then," said Mrs. Leonard, smiling. "I wish I was a boy and could go fishing in the rain," said Susie as she watched them start off. Down the hill they went, and Susie, watching them from the front porch, saw them push the boat from the landing and throw out their lines as they drifted down the stream. Then the trees hid them from sight. It was dinner time when they returned. "I told you we'd have fish to-day," said Frank triumphantly, holding up a string of bass and perch. "You boys will have to clean them," said Mrs. Leonard. "Jane is ready to cook them now." "Come on, Don," called Frank. "My, won't they be good!" In the afternoon it ceased to rain. It became lighter and the clouds looked higher and thinner. "It's going to clear off," said Susie, going to the window. "I wonder how much rain has fallen," said Uncle Robert. "I'm going to look at the rain-gauge," said Frank. "I'll go too," said Donald. When they came back they said there were fifteen inches of water in the measuring tube, which, in the receiver, would be an inch and a half. "That would just fill it," said Donald. "Does that mean," asked Susie, "that if the rain had stayed on the ground it would be an inch and a half deep all over?" "Yes," answered Uncle Robert. "Would that be very much?" she asked, taking the rod by which the rain in the gauge was measured and finding the mark for an inch and a half. "We might find out how much it would be on Susie's garden," said Uncle Robert. "Does any one know how large the garden is?" No one knew. "Let's get father's tapeline and measure it," said Frank. "Oh, do," said Susie, always interested in anything about her garden. When they came in Donald said: "It is muddy, but it's beginning to dry off in some places already." "How big is the garden?" asked Susie.