CHAPTER VIII.—A ROAD ADVENTURE.
The morning following the girls’ arrival, Mr. Willing and Mr. Ashton, who was feeling much better, were seated with the girls around the breakfast table.
“Mabel and I are going to town this morning,” said Shirley.
“All right,” said Mr. Willing. “I’ll tell Frank to hitch up. What time will you be ready?”
“Ten o’clock will be early enough, I reckon,” said Shirley. “We probably won’t be home until late this afternoon.”
It was the first time the girls had been in the little town of Paris, except for a few minutes on their way back from Illinois, since school had closed for the summer vacation. Therefore, they called on some of their girl friends, and spent a very pleasant day.
They did some shopping and it was after five o’clock when they started for home.
“It looks as though there was going to be a storm,” said the livery-stable keeper, where they had left their horse.
Mabel glanced at the sky. Huge clouds were gathering in the west.
“They look like wind clouds,” said Mabel.