"Won't you step in?
Miss will be dreffle sorry her pa is out." She took my hat and opened the parlor door; there was a general dazzle, and I bowed to somebody and sat down somewhere, and in about two minutes the mist cleared away, and I saw Belle Marigold, with a rose in her hair, sitting not three feet away, and smiling at me as if coaxing me to say something.
"Quite a shower ?" I remarked.
"Indeed--is it raining ?" said she.
"Yes, indeed," said I; "it came up very sudden." "I hope you didn't get wet ?" said she, with a sly look.
"Not this time," said I, trying to laugh.
"Does it lighten ?" said she.
"A few," said I.
Miss Marigold coughed and looked out of the window.

There was a pause in our brilliant conversation.
"I think we shall have a rainy night," I resumed.
"I'm _so_ afraid of thunder," said she.

"I shall not sleep a bit if it thunders.

I shall sit up until the rain is over.

I never like to be alone in a storm.