Oh, I hope we're all prepared!" "That's the principal thing," said Mrs.Green, in a solemn trembling voice.
Amanda said nothing.

She thought of her will; a vision of the nicely ordered rooms she had left seemed to show out before her in the flare of the lightning; in spite of her terror it was a comfort to her.
"We'd ought to be thankful in a time like this that we ain't any of us got any great wickedness on our consciences," said Mrs.Babcock.
"It must be terrible for them that have, thinkin' they may die any minute when the next flash comes.

I don't envy 'em." "It must be terrible," assented Mrs.Green, like an amen.
"It's bad enough with the sins we've got on all our minds, the best of us," continued Mrs.Babcock.

"Think how them that's broken God's commandments an' committed murders an' robberies must feel.

I shouldn't think they could stan' it, unless they burst right out an' confessed to everybody--should you, Mis' Field ?" "I guess so," said Mrs.Field, in a hard voice.
Mrs.Babcock said no more; somehow she and the others felt repelled.
They all sat in silence except for awed ejaculations when now and then came a louder crash of thunder.