"While the girls are comparing notes of
discomfort," he said, "how about us, Bill? Do you feel,-er--well-
groomed and all that?"
Farnsworth looked critically at his soaked apparel. "I've been
DRIER," he replied, "but you know, Pennington, I'm one of those
chaps who look well in any costume!"
The absurdity of this speech brought Patty's head out again, and
she felt a shock of surprise to note that the jesting words were
true. Bill Farnsworth, coatless, dripping wet, and exceedingly
uncomfortable, sat upright, tossing back his clustered wet hair,
and positively laughing at the situation.
"Pardon my hilarity," he said, as he caught a glimpse of Patty's
face, "but you're all so lugubrious, somebody MUST laugh."
"All right, I'll laugh with you!" and Patty sat upright, the dark
laprobe held hoodwise, so that she looked like a mischievous nun.
"If you'll please turn off the thunder and lightning, I won't mind
the rain a bit. In fact, I'm getting used to it. I know I was
meant for a duck, anyway."
"Well, Duck, the thunder and lightning are getting farther away,"
said Bill, truly, "but I do believe it rains harder than ever!
What CAN we do?"
"Can't we get under the car?" suggested Daisy.
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