Huldah herself felt no fear, but she did dread the storms for her aunt's sake, and there seemed no end to them that summer.
"I do believe there's another coming up," she sighed, as, suddenly noticing that the light was going, she lifted her eyes from her work and looked about her.

"I'd better go in now, in case it does come on; but it is vexing.

I did so want to finish this." It was the last day of August, and the close of the holidays, and Huldah had made up her mind to get the last of an order finished, and ready to send away before she went back to school.

She glanced down hesitatingly at her unfinished work, and then at the gathering blackness of the sky around her, a blackness which had a red-brown angry glow underneath,--a glow which left no time for hesitation.
There was no doubt about it, she must go, and go quickly, or Aunt Martha would be worrying.

She glanced across at the cottage, and there sure enough was Mrs.Perry standing waving her hand to call her in.
Huldah sprang to her feet at once.