CHAPTER XXXVII.
UNDER THE PINES WITH DICK.
Jerrie was soaked through, but she did not sprain her ankle as Ann Eliza had done.

And yet, had she been given her choice, rather than inflict the pain she did inflict upon poor Dick, she would have chosen the former unhesitatingly, and felt herself happy in doing it.

Like Tom and Ann Eliza, she and Dick had run when they saw how fast the storm was coming, but it was of no use, for by the time they entered the park, the shortest route to the cottage, the rain came down in torrents, and drenched them to the skin in a few moments.

Jerrie's hat was wrenched off, as Ann Eliza's had been by the wind, which tossed her long golden hair in a most fantastic fashion.

But Dick put his hat upon her head, and would have given her his coat had she allowed it.
'No, Dick,' she said, laughingly, as she saw him about to divest himself of it.