By another flash of lightning I saw the minister's umbrella upside down in the bushes where I had dropped it, and I took it with me.

I was about as wet as I well could be but I am glad to say I remembered that the umbrella was a borrowed one.
After I had walked, or stumbled, or waded a little way I stopped and called.
"Miss Colton," I called.

"Where are you ?" "Here," came the answer from just ahead.

"Is that you, Jenkins ?" I did not reply until I reached her side.
"You are not hurt ?" I asked.
"No, not at all.

But who is it ?" "I am--er--your neighbor.