"She can't refuse the bride's request." "You don't know all ma can do," returned Sara darkly.

"No, I feel that I'll have to eat my supper with her.

But I suppose I ought to be very thankful I'm to get to the wedding at all, and that ma did get me a new white dress for it.

Even yet I'm so scared something will happen to prevent me from getting to it." Monday evening shrouded itself in clouds, and all night long the voice of the wind answered to the voice of the rain.

Tuesday the downpour continued.