Then she shut the door behind her.
"Whew!" she exclaimed.

"If it don't seem good to get under cover, real cover! What sort of a place is this, anyhow, Emily ?" "I don't know.

I--I've been too frightened to look.

I--I feel like a--O, Aunt Thankful, don't you feel like a burglar ?" "Me?
A burglar?
I feel like a wet dishcloth.

I never was so soaked, with my clothes on, in my life.