“We can’t let him run wild in the storm, that’s certain. I have an idea!”
They had reached the shelter of the side veranda and Doris set her suitcase down and began to unfasten the strap.
“What are you doing?” Kitty demanded.
“I’m going to tie Wags under the porch. He’ll be out of the rain there.”
“It’s mean of that woman not to let us take him in,” Kitty said.
She helped her chum fix the dog, but they were forced to drag him under the porch by main force, for he was reluctant to leave them. By the time they had fastened him securely in his shelter, they were thoroughly drenched themselves.
“What sights we are!” Doris declared. “I wonder if that woman ever will let us in?”
“Here she comes now,” Kitty said in a low tone.
The door swung open and Cora, wearing a clean white apron which she had donned for the occasion, ushered them into a long hall.
“Right this way,” she directed.