It was on Saturday that Tommy Rooney went home to his anxious mother. The weather had been of a threatening character for several days. That night the wind shrieked and moaned again around the old Corner House and the rain beat with impotent hands against the panes.
A rainy Sunday is not often a cheerful day. Ruth Kenway always tried to interest her sisters on such occasions in books and papers; or they had quiet talks about “when mother was with us,” or those more ancient times “before father went away.”
If they could possibly get to Sabbath School on such stormy days, they did so. This particular mid-August Sunday was no exception.
The rain ceased for a while about noon and the four set forth, under two umbrellas, and reached the church in season. They were glad they had come, so few scholars were there, and they helped swell the attendance.
Coming home, it rained a little, and their umbrellas were welcome. Tess and Dot were under the smaller umbrella and the older girls had the larger one. Coming across the parade ground, the path they followed approached the old Corner House from the side.
“Oh, see there!” cried Tess, suddenly. “Somebody’s waving to us from the window.”
“What window?” demanded Agnes, with sudden nervousness, trying to tip up the big umbrella, so that she could see, too.
“Why!” cried Tess. “It’s in the garret.”
“Oh, I see it!” agreed Dot.
“Oh! mercy me!” groaned Agnes.