They would fear a storm! Ha, ha, ha! Yes--yes! And I let him go--I let him go!" Pressing close together, shuddering, clasping each other's waists, the two girls peered out at the flickering landscape.
"_Look_!" Up from the distant fence that bordered the northern side of Jones's field, a pale, pelted, flapping thing reared itself, poised, and seemed, just as the blackness came again, to drop to the ground.
"Did you _see_ ?" But Minnie had thrown herself into a chair with a laugh of wild relief.
"My darling girl!" she cried.

"Not a line of white things--just one--Mr.
Jones's old scarecrow! And we saw it blown down!" "No, no, no! I saw the others; they were in the field beyond.

I saw them! When I looked the first time they were nearly all on the fence.
This time we saw the last man crossing.

Ah! I let him go alone!" Minnie sprang up and enfolded her.

"No; you dear, imagining child, you're upset and nervous--that's all the matter in the world.