It was cold and dark out in the road and the rain did not stop for a minute.But in the little livingroom of number 12 Castle Road it was nice and warm.Old Mr White and his son, Herbert, played chess and Mrs White sat and watched them.The old woman was happy because her husband and her son were good friends and they liked to be together."Herbert's a good son," she thought." We waited a long time for him and I was nearly forty when he was born,but we are a happy family." And old Mrs White smiled.It was true. Herbert was young and he laughed a lot, but his mother and his father laughed with him.They had not got much money, but they were a very happy little family.The two men did not talk because they played carefully.The room was quiet, but the noise of the rain was worse now and they could hear it on the windows.Suddenly Old Mr White looked up. "Listen to the rain!" he said."Yes, it"s a bad night," Herbert answered." It's not a good night to be out.But is your friend, Tom Morris, coming tonight?"
