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XVIII. An Adventure on the Tory Road
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Thunderitwasundoubtedly,andDiana,havingmadeahastypilgrimagearoundthehouse,returnedtoannouncethataveryblackcloudwasrisingrapidlyinthenorthwest.
“Ibelievewe’regoingtohaveaheavythunder-shower,”sheexclaimedindismay,“Oh,Anne,whatwillwedo?”
“Wemustprepareforit,”saidAnnetranquilly.Athunderstormseemedatrifleincomparisonwithwhathadalreadyhappened.“You’dbetterdrivethehorseandbuggyintothatopenshed.Fortunatelymyparasolisinthebuggy.Here...takemyhatwithyou.MarillatoldmeIwasagoosetoputonmybesthattocometotheToryRoadandshewasright,asshealwaysis.”
Dianauntiedtheponyanddroveintotheshed,justasthefirstheavydropsofrainfell.Thereshesatandwatchedtheresultingdownpour,whichwassothickandheavythatshecouldhardlyseeAnnethroughit,holdingtheparasolbravelyoverherbarehead.Therewasnotagreatdealofthunder,butforthebestpartofanhourtheraincamemerrilydown.OccasionallyAnneslantedbackherparasolandwavedanencouraginghandtoherfriend;Butconversationatthatdistancewasquiteoutofthequestion.Finallytherainceased,thesuncameout,andDianaventuredacrossthepuddlesoftheyard.
“Didyougetverywet?”sheaskedanxiously.
“Oh,no,”returnedAnnecheerfully.“Myheadandshouldersarequitedryandmyskirtisonlyalittledampwheretherainbeatthroughthelathes.Don’tpityme,Diana,forIhaven’tmindeditatall.
