“You can’t any of you go a step!” announced Mrs. Andrews, suddenly appearing in the doorway. “There’s going to be an awful storm!”
Ruth was about to open her mouth in another utterance of protest when the rain began to pour down in torrents.
“Well, that settles it!” said Mr. Remington. “No more argument now!”
“But it might clear in time,” said Ruth hopefully.
“It doesn’t look much like it,” said Miss Phillips.
Ruth turned away, dismayed, angered, and disheartened. Harold had been successful, but all to no purpose. Curling up in the corner of the hammock, she gave herself up to her own gloomy thoughts.
“And I wonder where Marj and Frieda are now,” observed Doris.
“And Harold,” added Ruth.
“And John and Bob,” said Mr. Andrews.
The rain became so heavy that the guests were forced to seek shelter indoors. Abandoning all idea of holding the meet, the girls excused themselves to change their swimming suits for ordinary clothing.