"Not very well; and it wouldn't help much. It's rather wet, even
under there," and Bill looked at the soaked road.
"We passed a house about a mile back," said Patty, "couldn't we
walk back to that?"
"I thought of that," said Bill, "but I didn't suppose you girls
could walk it,--with those foolish step-ladder heels you're
wearing. And white satin slippers aren't real good style for mud-
wading. I could carry you, Miss Fairfield,--you're only a will-o'-
the-wisp; but Daisy here is a heavyweight."
"Oh, no matter about me," said Daisy, spitefully; "just see that
Miss Fairfield is looked after!"
Big Bill Farnsworth looked at the speaker. "Daisy Dow," he said,
quietly, "don't you get me any more riled than I am! If you do, I
won't be pleasant!"
"But I can walk," put in Patty, anxious to prevent a quarrel. "I
haven't on walking boots exactly, but I can flounder along
somehow. And we MUST get to shelter! Help me along, Jack, and I'll
try not to mind the thunder and lightning."
"Plucky little girl!" said Farnsworth, and Daisy scowled in the
darkness.
"What time is it?" asked Patty, who was now thoroughly ready to
face the situation.
"Just twelve o'clock," replied Jack, after several futile attempts
to light a match and see his watch.
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