Gusts of wind added to their
discomfort, and then the thunder and lightning, drawn nearer, gave
the greatest exhibition of an electrical storm that had been seen
all summer.
Patty, who was confessedly afraid of thunder storms, shivered, on
the verge of nervous hysterics. Finally, at a specially ear-
splitting bolt and blinding flash, which were almost simultaneous,
she gave a little shriek and pulled the wet laprobe over her head.
She crumpled down into a little heap, and, frightened lest she
should faint, Pennington put his arm round her and held her in a
reassuring clasp.
Daisy Dow was more angry than frightened. She hadn't Patty's fear
of the elements, but she greatly objected to the uncomfortable
situation in which she found herself.
"Do get home, Bill!" she cried, crossly. "Can't you go any
faster?"
The big fellow, in his white shirtsleeves, bent to his wheel. He
had worn no hat, and the rain fairly rebounded as it dashed on his
thick mat of soaking wet hair.
"Speed her, Bill," went on Daisy, petulantly; "you could go fast
enough in the moonlight,--why do you slow down now, when we all
want to get home?"
No answer from Farnsworth, who was intently looking and listening.
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