"But I hope it doesn't hail very big
stones."
However the stones from the sky--stones of ice that did not melt for some
time after they rattled down--were rather large. They bounced up from the
sidewalk and on the path around the Blake house.
"Where's Hal?" suddenly asked his father. "I want to show him and Mab how
the inside of hail stones look. I'll run out and get some as soon as the
shower slackens a little."
It was raining and hailing hard now, and the lightning was flashing
brightly, while the thunder was rumbling like big cannon.
"Hal was here a minute ago," said his mother. "I wonder if he could have
run out in the storm?"
Just then, from his porch, Mr. Porter called something to Daddy Blake. All
Mab and her mother could hear was:
"Hal--hail--umbrella!"
"Oh, I hope nothing has happened to him!" said Mrs. Blake. "You had better
go look for him, Daddy!"
CHAPTER VIII
THE CHILDREN'S MARKET
Daddy Blake caught up an umbrella from the hallway and ran out into the
storm, going around the side path toward the back yard and lot where the
children had made their gardens.
"Where is he going?" asked Mab.
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