"Miserable!" exclaimed Helena. "Why, the idea! What is there to be miserable about? We'll get through after a while—and the road's better now than it was anyhow, isn't it?"
"Better?"
"You're running faster."
"Oh—er—yes, of course," said Thornton quickly. "I wasn't thinking of what I said. I—"
He stopped suddenly, as Helena lifted her hand to her face.
"Why, it's beginning to rain," she said.
"Yes; I'm afraid so," he admitted. "I was hoping we would get out of here before it came."
"Oh!" said Helena.
"And the worst of it is," he added hurriedly, "there's no top to the car, and you've no wraps."
"Perhaps it won't be anything more than a shower," said Helena hopefully.