Of course they promised, and she began; but hardly had she warmed up to her subject when a loud calling, shouting and yelling sounded through the slash of the retreating storm.
“What—now!”
“Mackey! Mackey!” came the call.
“The girls from Norm!” exclaimed someone.
“Yes, surely that’s they. What can have happened?” gasped Miss Mackin.
By now the voices were near the tent and it was evident the cries were not fraught with terror, instead there was laughter, shouts and gales of it defying the winds and rain.
“Let us in! Let us in!” cried the victims, and quickly as the tent flap was loosed in came such a looking flock!
“Our tent blew away!” gasped Bubbles, she who so often indulged in that popular song.
“Blew away!”
“Yes, from over our very heads!” The five young women—they were actually five of them—dripped water and laughter in equal proportions, for the rain they brought in with them was now running in healthy little puddles all over the nice, new floor.