“Oh Cora! So frightened as I have been!” exclaimed Aunt Susan, as the dripping girls trooped up the hill to the bungalow. “Oh, what a storm!”
“But we weathered it!” laughed Cora, shaking back her damp hair. “It was a bit scary at first, but we came out all right. It was fun at the finish.”
“I’m never going out again when it’s cloudy!” declared Belle. “Never!”
“Oh, you’ll get used to it,” said Eline.
Dry garments, hot tea, and supper coming in the order named restored in the girls their natural happy dispositions. But the storm continued. It grew worse as darkness advanced, and the wind rose to a gale. The rain came down in torrents, and the boys, in spite of rain coats and umbrellas, were drenched a second time in the short trip from their bungalow to that of the girls, when they came to pay a visit.
“It’s a wild night,” declared Jack, as he and his chums got ready to go back, about ten o’clock.
“There must be quite a sea on,” said Ed.
“I wouldn’t want to be out in it,” remarked Walter.
“And I beg to be excused,” came from Norton.
“Think of the poor sailors,” said Eline, softly.