And I a stranger, too." "Isn't it awful ?" she murmured, her fingers in her ears, her eyes tightly closed.

"Do you think we'll be struck ?" "Certainly not," he assured her.

"This is a charmed spot.

It's a frolic of her particular devils.

She waves her hand: all the goblins and thunder-workers in this neck of the woods hustle up to see what's the matter.