That summer was a long and hot one, with frequent heavy
thunderstorms. Mrs. Perry could not endure the storms, they made her
feel ill, and frightened her, until all her nerves were set
quivering. Huldah herself felt no fear, but she did dread the storms
for her aunt's sake, and there seemed no end to them that summer.
"I do believe there's another coming up," she sighed, as, suddenly
noticing that the light was going, she lifted her eyes from her work
and looked about her. "I'd better go in now, in case it does come
on; but it is vexing. I did so want to finish this."
It was the last day of August, and the close of the holidays, and
Huldah had made up her mind to get the last of an order finished, and
ready to send away before she went back to school. She glanced down
hesitatingly at her unfinished work, and then at the gathering
blackness of the sky around her, a blackness which had a red-brown
angry glow underneath,--a glow which left no time for hesitation.
There was no doubt about it, she must go, and go quickly, or Aunt
Martha would be worrying. She glanced across at the cottage, and
there sure enough was Mrs. Perry standing waving her hand to call her
in.
Huldah sprang to her feet at once. "Run on, Dick, and tell her I'm
coming. Run home, that's a good dog!"
Dick started, hesitated, but at a sign from his mistress ran on
again.
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