"We simply must go on to my sister's," declared Grace. "What will she think, if we don't come?"
As if in answer, the storm burst into another spasm of fury, the rain coming down in "sheets, blankets and pillow cases," as Mollie grimly put it.
"We can never go—in this downpour," declared Betty. "It would be sheer madness—foolishness, at any rate. We would be drenched in an instant, and perhaps take cold."
"If there was only some way to let your sister know," spoke Mollie. "I wonder if there's a telephone?"
It needed but a little survey to disclose that there was none.
"If we could only see someone—send for a covered carriage, or send some word—" began Amy.
"Oh, well, for the matter of my sister worrying, that doesn't amount to much," interrupted Grace. "When I wrote I told her it was not exactly certain just what day we would arrive, as I thought we might spend more time in some places than in others. That part is all right. What's worrying me is that we can't get to any place to spend the night—we can't have any supper—we—"
"Girls!" cried Betty, with sudden resolve, "there is only one thing to do!"
"What's that?" the others chorused.
"Stay here. We'll get supper here—there must be food in the house. If the people come back we'll ask them to keep us over night—there's room enough."