"Don't worry about me. I'm all right. It was silly of me to go off that way."
The storm raged and tore about the school, and gradually spent its fury. Miss Greene gave up the attempt to have a Latin recitation, and the class was permitted to engage in general conversation.
It was the final period of the day, and soon school was over. Most of the girls remained, however, for few had brought rain coats or umbrellas, there being no hint that morning of the deluge that was to come. Then the rain gradually slackened, and the pupils departed.
"Don't come to school to-morrow, if you don't feel well," urged Miss
Greene, as Amy and her chums left.
"Oh, I'll be all right," she brightly answered.
"I wish we were going to start on our tramp to-morrow!" exclaimed Betty as they walked along the damp country road toward their homes, the sweet smell of the newly-watered earth mingling with the scent of grass and flowers. "The country is just lovely now."
"It will still be as lovely next month," said Mollie. "Only two weeks more of school, and then we will be on our way."
"Do you feel all right, Amy?" asked Grace. "Have a—"
"No, she won't have a chocolate, if that's what you're going to say!" spoke Mollie, quickly. "Do you want to make her get worse?"
"I wasn't going to say chocolate—so there!" snapped the usually gentle-mannered Grace. "Don't be so quick, Billy."