"A nice pickle I shall be in with these light shoes on! I wish I had put on my strong boots.

If it rains much I will go into the old chalet." "Miss Wilson won't let you.

It's trespassing." "What matter! Nobody lives in it, and the gate is off its hinges.

I only want to stand under the veranda--not to break into the wretched place.
Besides, the landlord knows Miss Wilson; he won't mind.

There's a drop." Miss Carpenter looked up, and immediately received a heavy raindrop in her eye.
"Oh!" she cried.