“But, father, I shall, for I shall have time enough on Monday.”
“True; but some accident may prevent it. Suppose you should be sick.”
“If I was sick, should you count it?”
“Certainly. You ought not to let your garden get out of order; and, if you do it, you run the risk of all accidents that may prevent your working during the three days.”
Rollo bade his father good night, and he went to sleep, thinking what a narrow escape he had had. He felt sure that he should save it now, for he did not think [pg 118]there was the least danger of his being sick on Monday.
A Narrow Escape.
Monday morning came, and, when he awoke, his first movement was, to jump out of bed, exclaiming,
“Well, I am not sick this morning, am I?”
He had scarcely spoken the words, however, before his ear caught the sound of rain, and, looking out of the window, he saw, to his utter consternation, that it was pouring steadily down, and, from the wind and the gray uniformity of the clouds, there was every appearance of a settled storm.