Perhaps they thought there was no real danger." Uncle John scratched his head reflectively.
"I take it," he observed, "that the moral of your story is to light out while we have the chance." "Not necessarily," observed the girl, smiling at his perplexity.

"It is likewise true that many other eruptions have occurred, when little damage was done." "Forewarned is forearmed," declared Patsy.

"Naples isn't buried more than six inches in ashes, as yet, and it will take days for them to reach to our windows, provided they're falling at the same rate they do now.

I don't see any use of getting scared before to-morrow, anyhow." "It's a big hill," said Uncle John, gravely, "and I've no right to take foolish chances with three girls on my hands." "I'm not frightened, Uncle John." "Nor I." "Nor I, the least bit." "Everyone has left the hotel but ourselves," said he.
"How sorry they will be, afterward," remarked Beth.
He looked at them admiringly, and kissed each one.
"You stay in this room and don't move a peg till I get back," he enjoined them; "I'm going out to look over the situation.".