“I am sorry,” she apologized. “That wind—”
Off went her beanie again, this time almost directly beneath the wheels of the stationary car. To the annoyance of Mrs. Gabriel, Vevi had to get down on her hands and knees to fish it out.
“Do watch what you are doing,” the woman said. “And hang onto that hat!”
The moment Vevi was safely on the curb, she drove away.
Hanny had been having a time with her own belongings. The capricious wind had scattered some of her school papers. For several minutes she was kept busy gathering them up.
Breathlessly the two girls huddled in the drugstore doorway. As yet there was no rain but dust was blowing wildly in the street. A newspaper flew past, plastering itself around a telephone pole.
“It’s going to blow real hard,” Vevi said, pulling her sweater tight. “Hanny, you had better come home with me.”
“I can’t,” the other replied. “O-oh!”
Vevi looked around quickly, wondering what was wrong. She thought dust had blown into Hanny’s eyes or that another paper had been swept away.
“What is it?” she asked for her little friend looked dreadfully worried.