“‘... But now in the distance the first clouds have appeared upon the horizon. They grew, piled upon each other like crags, covering little by little the blue vault of the sky.”
By degrees the smile was coming off Roly-Poly’s face, and it grew more and more serious and austere.
“‘At last the clouds have overcast the sun ... An ominous darkness has fallen ...’”
Roly-Poly made his physiognomy altogether ferocious.
“‘The first drops of the rain fell ...’”
Roly-Poly began to drum his fingers on the back of a chair.
“‘... In the distance flashed the first lightning ... ’”
Roly-Poly’s eye winked quickly, and the left corner of his mouth gave a twitch.
“‘... Whereupon the rain began to pour down in torrents, and there came a sudden, blinding flash of lightning...’”
And with unusual artistry and rapidity Roly-Poly, with a successive movement of his eyebrows, eyes, nose, the upper and the lower lip, portrayed a lightning zig-zag.