She realized in a bewildered fashion that there were three women on the other side struggling frantically with the latch.
"Does Mis' Jane Field live here ?" inquired one of them, breathlessly.
"No," replied Flora; "that isn't her name." "She don't ?" "No," gasped Flora, her head lowered before the wind.
"Well, I want to know, ain't this the old Maxwell place ?" "Yes," said Flora.
Some great drops of rain began to fall; there was another flash.

The woman struggled mightily, and prevailed over the gate-latch.

She pushed it open.

"Well, I don't care," said she, "I'm comin' in, whether or no.

I dunno but my bonnet-strings will spot, an' I ain't goin' to have my best clothes soaked.