And his Auntie said, “I shall sew all the morning; yes, I will make myself a nice new dress.”
Topsy and Bingo and Jane did not say anything. But they all three lay down on hearth rug and went to sleep. They had decided that, as it was such a disagreeable, rainy day that they could not go out and play, they would sleep all the morning, and, maybe, dream a nice dream about playing in the fields in the country.
As for Charlie--_he_ did not know _what_ to do. He stood at the window and he looked out at the rain pattering on the ledge and against the window pane--and he said, “I don’t know what to do, I don’t know what to do!” And he said it again and again.
His Auntie said to him, “The very idea, Charlie, you have _heaps_ of things to do! Why don’t you play with your toys--with your train and with your blocks?”
But Charlie shook his head. “It’s no fun playing with my train--it just goes round and round, and I have built everything with my blocks that I know how to build. I want something _new_ to play! Something I have never played before.”
His Auntie thought hard for two whole minutes. Then she said, “Look here, Charlie, I have a splendid idea! You run up to my room and bring me a pile of typewriting paper that you will find on my desk. Also bring a paper of pins out of my top bureau drawer, and I will show you something new to play with.”
So Charlie ran upstairs and brought down these things. Then his Auntie told him to get his own scissors with the rounded tops and his box of colored chalks.
Charlie began to feel very interested and excited. He wondered _what in the world_ his Auntie was going to do.
Well, when he had brought his scissors and his crayons, his Auntie sat down at the table and she took a piece of typewriting paper and folded it this way and that way. Then she colored one part of it red with the red chalk, and she made three little green strokes with the green chalk, and with the scissors she cut along the creases, and folded it some more; _then_ she pinched it here and pinched it there, and she stuck a pin in at the back, and--there was a beautiful little white house with a red roof and green shutters, and a door that opened and shut!
Charlie was delighted. He said, “Oh, oh! _How beautiful!_ Show me how to make it. _Please_, Auntie, show _me_ how to make a little house.”