"Let's go right straight home," said Jennie; and Dotty was glad to hear the words, for in her own brave little heart she had determined not to be the first to surrender.
"Let's go across the fields," she replied; "it's the nearest way home."
By this time heavy drops were pattering down on the long grass, and making a hollow sound on the little girls' hats.
"Why, it's raining," remarked Dotty.
"You don't say so," sniffed Jennie, whose temper was quite upset, "perhaps you think you're telling some news."
Then came the frightful boom of thunder.
"What's that?" whispered Dotty, with white lips. "I'm afraid, Jennie; I certainly am."
"For shame, Dotty Dimple! I thought you were the girl that knew all about God and the Bible. I shouldn't think you'd be afraid of thunder!"
"O, but I am!" was the meek reply. "I'm as afraid as I can live."
"There, hush up, Dotty! When you've been and got us into a fix, you'd better keep still."