"And it's five miles farther on to Broxton!" said Amy. "Can we ever make it?"
"I think so—if we hurry," said Betty. "A little rain won't hurt us.
These suits are made to stand a drenching."
"Then let's walk fast," proposed Grace.
"She wouldn't have said that with those other shoes," remarked
Amy, drily.
"Got any candy?" demanded Mollie. "I'm hungry!"
Without a word Grace produced a bag of chocolates. It was surprising how she seemed to keep supplied with them.
The girls were hurrying along, now and then looking apprehensively at the fast-gathering and black clouds, when, as they turned a bend in the road, Amy, who was walking beside Grace, cried out:
"Oh, it's a bear! It's a bear!"
"What's that—a new song?" demanded Mollie, laughing.
"No—look! look!" screamed Amy, and she pointed to a huge, hairy creature lumbering down the middle of the highway.