"I should have found something, Miss," he said, cheerfully; then as a big drop splashed down on his bald head, he leaned over the Judge.
"I think it is going to rain, sir," he murmured, confidentially.
"By George," gasped the Judge, as a bright flash of light and a low rumble emphasized Perkins' words, "by George, I believe it is.
"Oh, oh, oh," screamed Amelia, and threw her arms frantically around
Nannie.
"Don't be silly," said Nannie, and gave her a little shake.
"We shall have to run for it," said Launcelot, gathering up wraps and hats, as a sudden gust of wind picked up the ends of the tablecloth and sent the napkins fluttering across the ground like a flock of white geese.
"You'd better get the young ladies to the carriage, sir," said Perkins, packing things into hampers in a hurry.
"They will get wet. It's going to be a heavy wind storm," said the
Judge with an anxious look at Judy.
"Let's run for the Cutter barn," cried Anne, with sudden inspiration.
"Good for you, Anne," said Launcelot, "that's the very thing."