“Going far?” he inquired.
“Only to Windmill Farm,” Hanny said. “Can you take us there?”
“Sure thing,” the man agreed. “I’m going right past the farm.”
The car rolled over a bridge. Vevi and Hanny saw that the river had been ruffled into high, foamy waves. Along each shore, the low-bent branches of willows were lashing back and forth.
A few big drops of rain spattered against the car’s windshield.
“We’ll have a downpour any minute now,” the driver said. “You children should have your raincoats.”
The car passed the Mattox nursery. On the driveway, Vevi and Hanny saw Mrs. Gabriel’s parked automobile.
“Look at the roof of the greenhouse!” Hanny cried, pointing.
A portion of the glass covering had been smashed by the wind.
“It was a little twister all right,” declared the man who had given the children a ride. “The worst is over now though, I think.”