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Wells, Carolyn, 1862-1942

"Patty's Butterfly Days"

Turbulent masses of clouds climbed,
rolling, to the zenith; faint lights appeared now and then, and a
dim rumble of distant thunder was heard at intervals.
"Shower coming up," said Farnsworth, blithely; "better streak for
home. Wish I'd turned sooner. But we'll beat the storm. Wish the
girls had some wraps. Here, Daisy, take my coat and put it on
while you've a chance. It'll look pretty silly on you, but it will
keep your furbelows from getting spoiled."
"Yes, I will take it, Billy. I'm awfully chilly."
As Daisy already had a laprobe, Patty looked at her in
astonishment, as she let Farnsworth take off his coat and put it
on her. An ordinary evening coat, it was not a great protection,
but Daisy turned up the collar and made herself as comfortable as
she could. Then she tucked the laprobe carefully over her skirts,
though as yet no drop of rain had descended.
"No, indeed!" said Patty, as Jack offered her his coat. "I have
the laprobe, you know, and I'll put it round my shoulders. Never
mind if my skirts are spoilt. Turn up your collar, Jack, it will
pour in a minute now."
And pour it did! Suddenly, without a preliminary sprinkle, the
floods dropped straight from the heavens. A drenching, pouring
rain that soaked the occupants of the open car before they could
realise what had happened.


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