When finally it did come to a standstill and she had reached the conductor's platform, the announcement, "Outside only," met her attempt to force a passage within.
It was still raining--persistent mist of rain that steals a way through any clothing.

Should she wait?
She had no umbrella.

But she had known what it was to wait on such occasions before.

The next 'bus would probably be full up inside, and the next, and the next.

Twenty minutes might well be wasted before she could start on her way home, and you have little energy left within you to care about a wetting, when from nine o'clock in the morning until six, when it is dark, you have been beating the keys of a typewriter.