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Before either Tess or Dot thought to cry out for help, they were out of sight of the camp A kicking figure was sprawled on the roof, clinging with both hands to the ridge of it Ruth actually went back, groping through the gathering smoke, for the doll. With it she scrambled out upon the shingles The dog was perplexed. He started after the man; he started back for the girls. He whined and he barked |
THE CORNER HOUSE GIRLS UNDER CANVAS
[CHAPTER I—TOM JONAH]
“Come here, Tess! Come quick and look at this poor dog. He’s just drip-ping-wet!”
Dot Kenway stood at a sitting-room window of the old Corner House, looking out upon Willow Street. It was a dripping day, and anything or anybody that remained out-of-doors and exposed to the downpour for half an hour, was sure to be saturated.