“But that’s up hill—” said Miss Sheila, and then she and Sam began to hurry so fast that it was all I could do to keep up with them, and I hadn’t a chance to say a word.
“Sam,” I gasped as we neared Mr. Wake’s wall, and big, far-apart drops of rain began to fall, “Sam!”
“What’s up?” he asked.
“Oh, everything!” I answered, “and you’re just acting like a fool, Sam—we can’t go in!”
But Miss Sheila had pulled the bell cord that hung outside of the gate, and before it was opened the rain came down in such torrents that we were drenched.
“Mr. Wake’s in town,” said Sam to me, in an aside.
“Why didn’t you say so?” I snapped.
And then the gate opened.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
MISCHIEVOUS CUPID
The gate was opened by Mr. Wake—who had just come back from town—and was as wet as we were.