"And what a delightful walk it would be through the woods and over the buckwheat field!" sneered Zan.
"So long, girls, I'm in bed!" came from Hilda's tent.
"Mark for you in the morning—slang!" quickly added Elena.
Miss Miller, although standing on a thoroughly soaked mat, listened to the girls with a smile. She had raised a faint remonstrance when the ghost stories had become nerve-quaking, but the girls laughed merrily and begged to continue.
Just as she was ready to jump into bed a crack of thunder sounded directly overhead and a vivid flash of lightning illuminated the woods.
Shrieks from the other tents did not tend to make matters more comfortable, for it was inevitable that a shower was about to get them.
"Close the flaps and see that your tents are all well secured!" called the Guide.
In a short time the wind tore along the clearing of the Bluff and tried to rip up anything that was not rooted in the soil. The rain came down in a deluge while thunder and lightning seemed to come simultaneously, until the girls hid their heads under the bed-covers.
The water finally managed to trickle through the seams of the canvas and soon little pools of water stood in the hollows formed by the sides of the forms under the covers. Miss Miller had wisely inspected the pegs and ropes that held her tent down taut, but the girls neglected the advice given them a short time before. They took for granted that all would be well with the tents.