Only we might as well wear our water-proofs.

The leaves _are_ a little damp." So they put on their tweed cloaks, and Gypsy listened to the wind, and thought it was very poetic and romantic, and that she was perfectly happy.
And just as she had lain down again there came a great gust of rain, and one of the rivulets that were sweeping down the mountain splashed in under the canvas, and ran right through the middle of the tent like a brook.
Sarah jumped up with energy.
"O--oh, it's gone right over my feet!" "My shoes are sailing away, as true as you live!" cried Gypsy, and sprang just in time to save them.
The dinner-basket and a tin pail were fast following, when Tom appeared upon the scene, and called through the wall of shawls,-- "Girls, you'll have to go to Mrs.Fisher's.

Be quick as you can!" "I don't want to a bit," said Gypsy, who was sitting in a pool of water.
"Well, I'm going," announced Sarah, with unheard-of decision.

"Camping out is very nice, but drowning is another thing." "Well--I--suppose it _would_ be a--little--dryer," said Gypsy, slowly.
The girls were soon dressed, and Tom lighted a lantern and went with them.
A few peals of thunder growled sullenly down the valley, and one bright flash of lightning glared far through the forest.

Sarah was afraid she should be struck.