“She is Turkey Trot’s sister.”
“And who is Turkey Trot?” The young lady seemed amused.
“They are native people here—run a tourist camp; rent boats; catch minnows, and all that. Tillie’s a dear.”
“What is she doing in the rain?”
“I’ll ask her.” Springing to the door, she threw it open.
“Yoo-hoo!” she shouted. “Yoo-hoo! Tillie! What are you doing?”
“Just rollin’ along,” Tillie came back with a laugh.
That expressed it. She was out rowing in the rain. To her inevitable bathing suit had been added a yellow slicker and a black rubber hat.
“Tell her to come in and get warm,” said Miss Weightman, joining Florence at the door.
Florence obeyed instructions. Tillie acquiesced readily, so the three of them might soon have been seen sitting before the fire.