It was at the first growl of thunder that Freckles really had noticed the weather, and putting his own troubles aside resolutely, raced for the swamp.
Sarah Duncan paused on the line.

"Weel, I wouldna stay in this place for a million a month," she said aloud, and the sound of her voice brought no comfort, for it was so little like she had thought it that she glanced hastily around to see if it had really been she that spoke.

She tremblingly wiped the perspiration from her face with the skirt of her sunbonnet.
"Awfu' hot," she panted huskily.

"B'lieve there's going to be a big storm.

I do hope Freckles will hurry." Her chin was quivering as a terrified child's.