The sounds were coming faster and faster now.
“Rain!” Penny exclaimed.
Jumping out of bed, she went to the window. Already the panes were splashed and rivulets were chasing one another to the sill.
“If this isn’t the worst luck yet!” she muttered. “It looks like a hard rain too.”
Louise joined her chum at the window. Disheartened, they gazed toward the woods and the hills. Ominous warnings arose in their minds to plague them. With an added burden of water could the dam hold? Sleep seemed out of the question. Wrapping blankets about them, the girls drew chairs to the window and watched.
Then as suddenly as the rain had started, it ceased. A moon struggled through a jagged gap of the clouds. The woods and the barn became discernible once more.
“Rain’s over,” Louise said, covering a yawn. “Let’s go to bed, Penny.”
Penny gathered up the quilts from the floor. But as she turned away from the window, an object outside the house captured her attention. For an instant she thought that she was mistaken. Then she gripped Louise’s hand, pulling her back to the sill.
“What is it?” Louise asked in bewilderment.
“Look over there!” Penny commanded.