"And if they don't come?" asked Amy, shivering a little.
"Then we'll stay anyhow!" cried the Little Captain. "We are in charge and we can't desert now."
CHAPTER XVIII
RELIEVED
That Betty's suggestion was the most sensible one which could have been made they were all willing to admit when they had thought of it for a little while.
"Of course it is possible for us to go out in this storm, and tramp on to
Broxton," said Betty. "But would it be wise?"
"Indeed not!" exclaimed Grace, as she glanced down at her trim suit, which the little wetting received in the dash to the house had not spoiled. "If we were boys we might do it, but, as it is—"
"I won't admit that we can't do it because we are not boys," said
Betty. "Only just—"
"Only we're just not going out in this storm!" said Mollie, decidedly. "We'll stay here, and if the people come back, and make a fuss, we'll pay, just as we would at a hotel. They won't be mean enough to turn us out, I think."
"We'll stay—and get supper," cried Betty. "Come on, I'm getting hungrier every minute!"