"Just plain dark!" "Oh, Addison!" exclaimed Theodora reprovingly.

"Don't try to joke about a thing like this." "It may be the end of the world," Ellen murmured.
"The world has had a good many ends to it," said Addison.

"Which end do you think this is, Nell ?" But neither Ellen nor Theodora cared to reply to him.

Their low, frightened voices increased my uneasiness.

I could think of nothing except that rainbow in the morning; "morning," "warning," seemed to ring in my ears.
We climbed into the wagon and started homeward, but it was so dark that we had to plod along slowly.