The fair, slender girl, the dark, stalwart young fellow so close to her, the rain, the half-sheltered horses,--it was easy enough to construct a little romance.
The lady evidently did so.

It was what photographers call an "instantaneous effect," caught in three seconds, as the carriage whirled past; but in that fraction of a minute the lady had nodded and flashed a brilliant, sympathetic smile in their direction, and Clover had nodded in return, and laughed back.
"A good many people seem to have been caught as we have," she said, as another streaming vehicle dashed by.
"I wish it would rain for a week," observed Clarence.
"My gracious, what a wish! What would become of us if it did ?" "We should stay here just where we are, and I should have you all to myself for once, and nobody could come in to interfere with me." "Thank you extremely! How hungry we should be! How can you be so absurd, Clarence ?" "I'm not absurd at all.

I'm perfectly in earnest." "Do you mean that you really want to stay a week under this rock with nothing to eat ?" "Well, no; not exactly that perhaps,--though if you could, I would.

But I mean that I would like to get you for a whole solid week to myself.

There is such a gang of people about always, and they all want you.