It was cold
and dark out in the road and the rain did not stop for a minute．But in the little living－room 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．